my mundane life. sigh.

Much ado about nothing.

2008-10-24T08:20:00.000-07:00

If you have a loved one, you never realise how good you had it till it's gone, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. But don't you worry, love will find a way, even though its more like out of sight, out of mind.

Good things come to those who wait, but time and tide wait for no man. So should I sit at home and twiddle my thumbs or not?

If you have a dream, seize the day, but then again, haste makes waste. And besides, Rome wasn't built in a day. Fools rush in, but don't put off to tomorrow what you can do today!

Are you confunded yet?

If every cloud has a silver lining, then excuse my french, but what's the fucking point if all good things come to an end?

If a picture paints a thousand words, and actions speak louder than words, then is actions > a picture or the other way round? Silence is golden so anyone up for pictionary or charades?

If its the little things in life that count and if less is more, then what the hell is united we stand, divided we fall?

If a fool and his money are easily parted, then why is it goddamned so that ignorance is bliss?

Einstein's a smart guy right? He says Imagination is more important than knowledge. So all that forewarned is forearmed nonsense? Don't buy it.

Keep your enemies close, but when blood is thicker than water, am I supposed to love my family if they screw me over?

Charity covers a multitude of sins and it begins at home - this means a multitude of sins begins at home? So much for home is where the heart is - we must be all heathens.

Variety is the spice of life, but better to be safe than sorry! East, west, home's best. So stay at home with your barrage of sins. And anyways, curiosity killed the cat. You might die if you leave your house.

But dead men tell no tales, so look on the bright side, no one will air your dirty laundry.

To make a long story short, my tongue in cheek, do turn a blind eye and remember that god helps those who help themselves, but don't count your chickens before they hatch.

Life is full of contradictions. let's just all sit at home and sin and die.

Walk on your own road.

2008-10-03T23:39:00.001-07:00

I've never understood why people like to compare themselves with anybody else. Specifically, me.

Do not compare yourself with me.

I'm uniquely retarded in my own way so I'll do things my way, thank you very much.

I don't understand why people think I'm so weird. I AM weird. I know that.

But hey, it's MY weird life, MY weird way of doing things and MY weird way of thinking.

everyone has their own paths to walk. I'll never try your way, because its not going to work for me.

Just like my way's totally not going to work for you.

So walk on your own road.

And I'll walk on mine.

But what if I'm not good enough?

2008-09-23T09:00:00.000-07:00

Everyone says "Aim for the stars, even if you don't get it, you're still be reaching high."

Yea, sure. :/

But what if I don't know how to keep it once I've got it? It's like getting a top-of-the-range PJ ( hello, private jet) and learning how to fly from computer games. (hey, could happen.)

What says that you'll know how to deal with it once you get it?

That in fact, what you're afraid of is success itself.

I aim too high sometimes. And I don't ever let go once I get something.

I worry I'm holding on to the wrong things.

Life?

2008-02-09T01:17:00.001-08:00

I used to think that a career would be everything, that once I attained a certain level of success, that everything would fall into place.

Shouldn't it?

I think I could be wrong.

It's been a while.

2008-02-09T00:31:00.000-08:00

I haven't blogged in yonks. and I have to apologize for the incredibly long time that I've been away and I definitely didn't think it'd be so long.

But its hard to explain how when you start to sit down and write something and suddenly you experience a brain fart and everything just stops.

And that's it. you've got no more juice left.

one paragraph and your brain's dead.

fuck.

but here's a good place to start again.

7 deadly sins

2006-10-29T03:54:00.000-08:00

I've been influenced by Chris's post on 7 deadly sins, and what can I say?

I see it everywhere.

And I make no excuses for the sad excuse of human being that I am. I'm guilty of almost everything.

Technically, the 7 deadly sins shouldn't really apply because, let's face it here. we're in what.. 2006? and the 7 deadly sins was created like eons ago.

But I digress.

Let's intepret it in our modern ways and where the 7 deadly sins can be mostly seen:-

* Note: This is merely my honest reflection on the 7 deadly sins.
I make no apologies for the truth. *

1. PRIDE: 面子. (eng= face)
Let's face it, as asians, we are ALL about pride. A'zean Pride.
But, don't make excuses. It's present in more instances than you think.
And worse of all, it's celebrated as a indicator of success.

Think about it.

Some examples of pride:
a.) My kid is better than your kid. He scored like 150000 As. so yeah. he kicks ass. because he can score 150000 As compared to your kid's shitty 14999 As.

b.) I carry a LV Bag. my el-low-vee is not from china, taiwan or bangkok, but mine is airflown from italy and is much better than your Carlo Rino. So because I am carrying some dead guy's initials printed all over my luggage, I am more superior, yes I am.

c.) I live in district 10,000. My district 10,000 is better than your ulu neighbourhood. Therefore, my hood rules.

2. ENVY: What we cannot get, we envy.
In our flawed society, the greater your pride, the greater your level of success
( as augmented in your resplendent material possessions.)

Therefore, a by product of envy is to bitch, which is nicely portrayed in our 'auntie networks'.

Some examples of bitching:
a.) Young girl walking with old man.

Instant bitch:
i) he is either her real dad, or,
ii) he is her sugar daddy.

Obviously the latter if;
i) they do not look alike
ii) she is dressed remotely skimpily

b.) female carrying LV bag walking with male.

Instant bitch:
i) she must be *ahem* doing something to get that bag.
ii) the male is her boyfriend and must have bought it for her.

c.) young male driving expensive imported european car (NOT Fiat ok?)

Instant bitch:
i.) his parents bought it for him.
ii.) he must have sold his morals to get that car.
(either something illegal blue collar or white collar)

I guess society has always taken things at face value (hah check out my fab pun), and neglected real values.

Taking a book by its cover? Just look at the crap on bookshelves these days.

Lovely cover, wonderful marketing, beautiful colours and artwork on the outside.
But reading the book makes you wanna gag. Absolute shite inside.
So how can you judge a book by its cover?

It's no wonder we're losing trust these days.
Don't judge marketing or advertising, judge HOW its used.
It's a wonderful powerful tool for reaching the masses, but its blatantly abused.

3. GLUTTONY : too much food.

I don't have much to say on this. Just take the fact that :
a.) There's too damn many buffets in Singapore
b.) Most people LOVE food.
c.) Most people eat too much.

You really only need so many calories a day to survive. You won't DIE if you don't eat.

But let's face it, we're almost all gluttons. eating less pork lard and more veggies with your 500 calorie fried noodles with extra chilli and extra sauce is not healthy nor nutritious.

(I'm just making an honest observation, I'm guilty of this myself. I'm a compulsive overeater. and I know my buffets. dammit. So yeah, pot, kettle, whatever. )

4. LUST: oohlala.

I have no comment. I'm completely and utterly guilty. I have a nice folder in 'My Pictures', completely stuffed with pictures of Brad Pitt, Jonathan Ryes, Safin, Orlando Bloom, etc.

And of course, my secret (or not so secret) collection of Kimi pics. oh wells. you can't win them all.

5. ANGER: *Roar*

ooh hot topic. I'm again, most guilty with this, because I have an incredibly bad temper, but hey. My thoughts are worth more than my experiences*, aight? (*because I already know its wrong)

I've once thought that perhaps we were an angry lot because we are a suppressed, hollow, rude society.

Don't think I'm too far off the mark:
a.) Road Rage: Just look at the inventive choice of words used, and the creativeness employed in highly illegal road manoeuvres in road rage.

It's amazing what people (especially taxi drivers) can come up with when their lanes are overtaken, or when the guy in the next lane drives 0.0001mm nearer to that white line dividing 'his side' and 'my side'.

b.) Don't know if anyone remembers that article on Everitt Road about the neighbours taking each other to court over silly trivial matters, and doing, shouting unspeakable things to each other. and apparently it went on for like 7 years? yes, well. ANGER. *meaningful look*

c.) The teacher that cut off the student's hair on the day of his/her exams? wow now I totally applaud that move, that was WAY cool, but really. teeny bit angry now, that?

6. GREED: more.

we always want more. More money, more pride, more success, more of EVERYTHING.

I don't need an ABC for this, just look at the femes 5 Cs ( the equation for success) we've got:

Car: Just having a car in Singapore is good enough. A new 06 Toyota costs like 100K up. And we've not factored in the tax yet.
But in order to reach the higher strata of success, buy a 200 Merc and Up. Beemers are always accepted, but only for series manufactured later than 2004.

Condo: Housing is expensive and even if you have to work your entire lifetime to buy one, it also matters where. District 10 to 12 is highly recommended for the elusive wow factor.

Cash: Money in the bank. As good as money in your hand. But these days, its all about:

Credit: cards, or just credit. Hey, it's money. Munny good. the more the merrier.

Club: It costs like another car to buy a Club. It's a status thing. But some clubs are better than others. (4 legs good, 2 legs bad)

7. SLOTH: laziness.

Ok, probably I'm just the only pig around, but I sure like to do nothing on weekends but sleep.

I don't think I'm the only one. :)

Anyways, I am completely guilty of almost all the sins, but I don't think I'm alone, and my thoughts and opinions are separate of my experiences. (I apparently don't learn anything from life)

But really. I guess we've a long ways to go.

Asians pwn at the game arcade.

2006-09-24T08:19:00.000-07:00

Wah, he damn li hai.

CHO-PLUNK!

at least. i think its chopin. can someone tell me if i'm wrong?

It could be chai-coss-key. ok nvm. excuse my lame-ass jokes.

On Shirts and Love.

2006-09-09T00:17:00.000-07:00

I've blogged about loads of stuff now.

Mostly about how shit life can be and about silly things in my life.

But I've yet to blog about love.

Actually, I don't know a lot about it. Everyone would say 'oh everyone knows about that kind of stuff. You meet someone you like and hey presto! there's love!'

But there's more to it than that for me.

See, I've always felt that finding love is like finding the right shirt.

There are many kinds of shirts out there.

Bright Red ones, with danger emblazoned over them, dull grey ones made of the softest cotton, Silk shirts which can only be drycleaned.

Thousands of materials, a million ways to sew the right fit, mainstream brands or tailored....

It depends on your kind of liking.

But you can only choose one.

You can only wear one.

I want a shirt that's comfortable, yet showy.

That feels like the softest silk, yet warm in cold times.

That's low maintenance, even if I tear it, or chuck it in the washer.

That has the best cutting in the world to make me feel like I'm slimmer.

That is solely made for ME.

That, to me, is the best shirt in the world.

And that, is purely why I have so few shirts. :)

Lana's Confession

2006-09-02T02:21:00.000-07:00

Everybody click here!!

Spanish!

2006-08-09T03:46:00.000-07:00

Monday Blues.

2006-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:00

*sigh*.

The definition of cute.

2006-07-26T13:25:00.000-07:00

There are many ways of looking at cute.

I mean, not every bloody thing is cute.
There is a difference between cute, and freaking ugly ok?

For example, there is universal cute.
Universal cute = things that are ALWAYS cute.
Such things would be like puppies. MOST puppies are cute, even Chihuahuas and god knows, they are damn ugly when they grow up.

Small things are cute. ***With the exception of disgusting things like insects and reptiles, that kind of thing.

DINOSAURS are NOT frikkin' cute. No, not even dino-babies. Not even Littlefoot from ‘The Land Before Time’. Because that is not even close to cute – that is just downright ugly.
But.
Certain things that are ugly are cute. I’ve always thought that Bulldogs were cute. They’ve got a squashed up face and they’re sorta cute in a weird way.

However, poodles are not fucking cute. They’re really disgusting and their fur/hair is unhygienic ok?

àThis is a fugly dogß

Babies.. ok well this goes on a case by case basis.
My friend Linda thinks most babies are ugly. After months of disagreement, I have to concede tis true.

Seriously tho, take a look at Heidi Klum's new baby. At first look, I was like 'What the freak is that' because her new baby is that ugly.

It’s a rare few that are cute.
Most of them are ugly. They look like ugly prunes.
Besides, you’d choose the dog that you’ve known for years rather than the baby you’ve only known for a week right?

And not every cartoon character is cute. Let’s face it. Mickey Mouse is NOT cute. In fact, he’s an irritating asshole.
Goofy is even more irritating and I’m positive Barney is universally hated. (with the exception of a few)

Hello Kitty is… ok I shall refrain from saying more for fear that I shall get beaten up in Dec(btw, u can take the psychological stress level test in the link above). heehee. I much prefer Shinkansen. It’s amazingly cute. Hehe.

But.. come on. Melody, Powerpuff girls, etc. Ladies, have some sense. These things are really too try-hard cute.

Astro boy is cute tho. :) And he’s powerful. *grin*

And yes, I am aware that I am quite disturbingly biased. no worries all, i know my faults. :D

Sashiburi (It's been a while)

2006-07-23T01:26:00.000-07:00

I've been not blogging for ages, and I'm so sorry to the pathetic few readers that I have, you must have missed me lots (not).

Anyhow, things have been real busy on my side and I KNOW that they will never ever be any less busy, and that its really no excuse..

BUT. I am improving things. I plan on taking leave next week so I can blog long and loud about all the shit in my life (god knows, there's loads), as well as rant all the way into the next millenium.

I need a holiday.

David Bacon

2006-06-24T04:46:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: I just had to share this with y'all... ::

I was chatting with my family during a holiday in bangkok (ok it was on Tuesday), and we were talking about the World Cup.
Obviously.

Now, my auntie, who seriously knows next to nothing about soccer, and especially not about the World Cup, tried to chip in her 2 cents on the subject as well.

She happily chimed in while we were talking about David Beckham.

"Oh, Beckham (she pronounces it 'Bacon') he doesn't play for England!"
(We stopped in shock. Eh???)

"No, he changed - he plays for Italy!"
(Are you kidding? She must not know what she's talking about.)

She further insisted "NO, Bacon changed teams right? It was all in the newspapers before, he plays for Italy!!"

At this we all burst out laughing.
He changed teams to Real Madrid. (NOT ITALY)

And I don't think he gets to change passports just cos he plays for Real (not that he really wants to change passports, of course).

Heeheehee. My auntie is so funny sometimes.

Things that make me go ARRGHHHHHH. (sung in tune with Macca's CM 'Things that make u go hmmmm'

2006-06-16T20:45:00.000-07:00

There are loads of stuff that makes me go ARRRGGHHH.
purely because I am a very strict regimented person (WHAHAHAHAHA ok maybe not) but loads of things seem to make me really irritated really easily. I have compiled a short (and defo not complete - there are LOADS more except I want everyone to think that I am a nice person, so I shall not blog the whole list - besides that its impossible, because the list is seemingly endless at this point.) list of

Things that make me go ARRGGHHHH:

1. When STUUUUPID Peter Crouch tries to perform a header goal. He is the same height as the goal post, so when u try a stupid manuever like that, PETER CROTCH, you should ANGLE YOUR HEAD so that the ball actually can go into the net instead of bouncing off the bar. And I know he does score goals, but it is a 1/10,000,00000,00000 offchance that it happens.

2. When STUUUPID Peter Crotch tries to perform bicycle kicks that end up with the ball going in the complete opposite directions. Really, just don't try it. Because your bicycle kicks suck. And you suck. YOU STUPID GIRAFFE-MAN.

3. When I have mistakenly pressed the Ctrl key on my phone and everything I type seems to come out in symbols. And I keep trying with every button on the keypad for the next few hours, strongly believing that my phone is seriously damaged. Then I discover that it was my mistake.

4. When I almost trip and fall in the mrt escalator, trying to catch the train, only to find myself stuck behind a few deaf people (EXCUSE ME CAN - no response) , then having the mrt doors close in front of my face when I finally manage to reach the train platform.

5. When people call me auntie. (I AM NOT A BLOODY AUNTIE CAN)

6. When I try to speak meagre french-glish to french people whose english is of the same or worse quality. (one day I shall share my 'unclear' story- heeheehee)

7. When I watch videos on youtube, then the video takes a few decades to load, and then it turns out it only plays the first 10 seconds of a 35 min video clip.

8. When I try to download free music downloads of a song that I reallyreally want. And then I discover there is static in the intro.

OK 8 is a FAT number. I shall stop here. hehe.

I am sure everyone shares the same thoughts, come on let me know if u feel the same.
;)

World Cup Fever

2006-06-16T20:38:00.000-07:00

I've caught it, and in a bad way.

Now, I'm not one of those fad-type fans, I do know my soccer, but... it seems to only occur every world cup.

I don't watch the EPL or any of those leagues, I mean, I used to, but now I don't anymore.

It seems to become boring. World cup, somehow is on a greater magnitude, so EVERY goal really counts.

and somehow, the fight seems fairer when you don't have 15 of the world's best players on your team because they're of a different nationality.

It's difficult to explain, but just take it from me that I've gone mad temporarily.

I am so, so in love with Spain. Torres (who looks AMAZINGLY like Cristiano Ronaldo - it's not just the hair i tell u), he's so talented. and Villa, alongwith the awesome combo of Xabi Alonso and Luis Garcia.

Spain is going really far. We should all back 1 or 2 underdogs, just to keep things interesting.

This year, I'm going Czechslovakia and Spain.

And I say England has a shot at winning the World Cup this year. heehee. Go ROONEY.

Anyone else caught WC Fever?

Aging.

2006-06-06T00:19:00.000-07:00

I once read in a book (hint: tuesdays with morrie - great book, read it.)
that

Age is growth, not decay.

But why do I feel like I'm decaying?????

OK so

2006-06-06T00:15:00.000-07:00

I'm just bored.

I've not blogged in some time. But I've really nothing to blog about.

I go to work and I come home.

I feel so philosophical nowadays... Is this a sign of age?

I don't want to grow up and tell my kids on how 'when I was your age, I did this and that'

OMG. I AM GETTING OLD.

this is why those 2 bitches called me auntie the other day!!

SKII where are yewwww........

Nothing to blog about.

2006-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of what heaven is.

At the moment, I have the hugest craving for an original glazed. But you can't buy Krispy Kremes in stupid Singapore.

Anyone, anyone who has access to Krispy Kreme, I wouldn't say no to a package of gorgeous original glazed. or strawberry shortcake. or maple iced. or glazed chocolate cake.

Email me if you can help me fulfill my goal. :)

MI3

2006-05-08T07:44:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: like movie, like post. This message will self destruct in 8 seconds. because I am chinese and 5 is not 'fat' enough.::

I have just watched MI3.

I have just watched them blow up a perfectly good Lamborghini, purely because of no reason at all. Lambos just don't drop from the sky. If they did, there'll be a lot of dead people. And maybe a few happy ones. e.g me. but we're missing the point here. The point is, lambos don't come free.

SO, if I had a spare few million and decided to not help the poor people of china by throwing my spare american dollars into their consumption rich economy, I really think I would not blow up a lambo as a gimmick. Why a lambo??

Why not, say. a really 'zhnged-up' (this means fully modified, u know? like 2fast2furious) s2000. 2good2cheap. that's also a sports car. or if i was really feeling especially cheapskate that day, I'd get 3 mazda miatas and blow them up. A chick drove the car. she can drive a mazda miata and still wear that toga dress with 3 holes in it.

Also, blowing up expensive car in the VATICAN, is, I am sure, a cardinal sin. I bet you the ex italian priests are all rolling in their graves mourning for the great loss of a marvellous car.

And just in case you think I am really that dumb to believe that it's a real lambo, YES I KNOW IT CAN BE JUST A SHELL. But shells cost money too you know.

Basically, the whole point of my post is to point out that I am a rather poor person who would like a lambo. Yes, even though I KNOW i can't drive yet (shameshame), I would still like a lambo. Shell also can.

This is not a publicity gimmick. I will accept pirated items, even 'lanbo's. ;P Gimme. help me!

My childhood

2006-04-30T20:41:00.000-07:00

As inspired by Chris's post on her childhood, I was just reminiscing through my childhood and so I decided to post on that.

::Disclaimer: I'm much better now, promise. :) ::

When I was younger, I remember that I was a total nightmare as a child. As the first born, I was pretty much the only child until I was 6 -7 years old. My daddy adored me and I was pretty much my mummy's girl.

However, my parents had to work most of the time, so besides a domestic helper taking care of me, it was pretty much just me.

Don't get me wrong, I still think I had a great childhood, but when I think about some of the things I used to do, I can't help but shudder at how much my parents have been through with me. So even now, with my brothers acting up and everything, I just sigh and tell them 'I was the pioneer of my time. So seriously, all this is old news'.

You can pretty much tell I was awful.

Let's start with the basics.

::Homework::
Every kid HATES homework, but none moreso than me. I believe I went through 6 years of primary school, wait. secondary school as well, HATING homework. And of course, if you hate something, you just don't do it. So, I went through this period of time just NOT doing any homework.
But it gets better. Not only did I not do my homework, I threw my books away. I think I hid some of the more important ones (thank god I actually knew they were important), and threw the rest away.

To date, I think I remain the only person who ever burnt her textbook after an exam. :)
And I did think it was funny too.

::Teachers::
Now, the teachers, obviously, HATED me. I was a troublemaker, always not doing my homework and always questioning their actions. I would actively look up some weird question to test my teachers. And I would loooove to watch them SQUIRM trying to answer those questions. Sadistically, I would moreso enjoy watching them bluff their way out.
I don't think I really respected many teachers during my youth, though a few managed to keep me in line. A few teachers gave me the nickname of 'mosquito', because I sucked their blood.
I don't regret it, because they weren't even good teachers, and I rather disliked them because, quite simply, they didn't deserve any respect.
Obviously, a 30-40 year old picking on a what.. 9-10 yr old is shameless, and to this day, I still stand by the fact that they simply do NOT deserve any respect. Because they didn't teach.

I remember, when I was 14, I got 5 demerits (thus adding to my wholesome demerit record of 32 demerits), for actively waving the finger in a teacher's face. Now, she was an old hag anyways, so no skin off my nose, but this meant that I had one of the highest demerit records among the school (yes, the whole school), and this meant detention.
Detention, in those days, was really fun. When I was a teenager, I knew all the prefects. Or, councillors, as we called them. But yeah, I knew a good number of them, so detention, would be usually something like washing the loos, which had already been washed so all I had to do was splash some water around the place, and for the next 115 minutes, chat to the prefects, of which, most were good friends by now.

I also remember this one teacher. Man was she funny. She would tell us to copy something down, and then when everyone was madly copying, she'd turn around and berate us for copying it down and not listening to her. mentull.

But yeah, I managed to top that by getting some 40 over demerits the next year. which was awesome. ;)
But to this day, I dislike teachers. One thing is that I could NEVER be a teacher. at least, not to a class of 40 odd brats.

::School::
I hated school right for the very start. Why should I go to school, what was I learning that I did not already knew, or even better, had no practical use for? I didn't like Chinese, because I was not good with languages, moreso because I was English-educated, and Chinese just does not make any sense as a language. Now, I still think that Chinese is a difficult language, and anybody who can thoroughly master it does deserve some respect.
I thought the humanities were a waste of time, especially History. Who, would want to learn about dead people and the mistakes that they made? Not me, that's for sure. whatever happened in the 1800s should STAY in the 1800s. Life should be about progress, looking towards to future and all that. Why would you want to learn about the mistakes made some few hundreds years ago which are not applicable now?
Come to think of it, P.E. was a waste of time, Art, while fun, but stifled by the poor currculum and pitiful teaching, was ever moreso a waste of time, moral education, was quite simply, he most stupid lessons ever taught, and actually, pretty much everything was a waste of my time.
I liked english, but I was ahead of the class, and the teachers hated me too much to put me in an advanced class, which they later did, but which I still felt was stupid. I hated chinese, and the teachers knew it, which is why later on the years, they'd just look at me and tell that they give up on me. Quite true, I'm just not a chinese person.
I liked math, but I didn't like learning about fractions, or whatever, because the curriculum, was quite the most boring thing ever.

Learning should be full of life, it should be full of questions, it should defo NOT be about I'm TELLING you this, you remember that and regurgitate it in the exam.
This is why I still do not advocate the Singaporean education. You're raising dumb robots, not children. Who could ever hope to learn if they could not question?

::Parents::
Actually, I did make life incredibly difficult for my parents while they were bringing me up. A typical chinese thing is that the parents always wanna brag about their kids right? well not me. I remember, in order for me to get into the primary school that my parents wanted me to go to, they had to make a 'donation' to get me in, then follow up by monthly donations just to keep me in the school. ;P That was because of the trouble I caused when moving into that school. Another thing was that my mom had to come down to 'chat with the principal' every month, because my teachers would complain and complain.. until he got real used to seeing my face. And even until now, he still remembers and recognizes me. yeah. notoriety.

I also remember, when I was 6 years old. I saw this project, made by this other girl in class. Now I was intensely intensely jealous of her work, so when I got the chance, I ripped her project apart. Now the teacher thought I did it, and all the other girls thought that I did (they were right), but I completely kept denying it until I started to cry while she was crying. So I cried louder than her so I won, in a way. The teacher stopped pestering me, and she totally hated my guts after that. Strange though, now that I think about it, I really was a nasty little cow.

Ahh well, things change, and people grow up. I've loads more stories, but hey, won't wanna damage my pure reputation. haha, nahh just thought I'd reminisce about what I did when I was young.

But now I think you'd have an idea of why I do NOT want kids when I'm older. Shit, I'd DIE. I have no idea how my parents put up with it.

Parenthood is a really great thing. But I'm never having kids like me.

> A picture of me when I was younger. :)

Beat Crusaders!

2006-04-22T20:21:00.000-07:00

Please watch this video. I LOVE BLEACH. And this is one of the nicest songs I've heard in a while.. It's really catchy...

Just wanted to share.. Tell me if you like it!

Beat Crusaders - Tonight,tonight,tonight.

Now, if you like what you hear, here's another one of their great songs. I really like this too!

Beat Crusaders - Hit In The USA

Tree.

2006-04-22T04:45:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I was going to name it 3, from Tysen's comment on "Give me 3 links to cool shit you found on the Internet, 3 qualities/features you like your firends to have, and 3 links to flickr photos you think are awesome (and why)."
Anyways. 'Tree' is a private joke between my buds 'Linda' and 'Chris', yeah guys??

So.

Give me 3 links to cool shit you found on the Internet:

1. COOL SHIT > Youtube
I have spent the last 8-10 weekends catching up on all the jap anime I've missed out. People, you have got to discover youtube by now.

2. COOL SHIT > Billy Bussey
He's a graphics designer or something like that - hey. His site is COOL.

3. COOL SHIT > MyHeritage
Apparently I look 74% Lucy Liu, ok?
73% Zhang Ziyi!
70% Maggie Cheung!
67% Choi Ji Woo!
62% Jang Nara and Boa!
And.. 67% Marion Jones?

And of course, 55% Cindy Crawford. I knew I had supermodel in me somewhere.
And this teaches us, children, that I am blardee famoose ok?
I have 73% Zhang Ziyi, meaning if they have the sequel for Memoirs of a Geisha, I can be Sayuri with black eye colour.

Maaan. I am sooo cut out for fame.

3 qualities/features you like your friends to have:

Hmm. 3 qualities? I can't really answer that.
All I can describe is that when I'm with my friends, I know I can say anything, do anything and they would still accept me for what I am. Not what I can do for them, not what I can say to them.
This is really precious to me, because how many people in this world, would accept you for what you are and most importantly, NOT judge you?

But take you for what you are, your flaws and all.
That's true friendship to me, and I am so honoured and so, so lucky to have found it.

*ok, you can cry now.*

3 links to flickr photos you think are awesome (and why):

OK well, I'm really new to Flickr, honestly. And I've not browsed it AT ALL, because well.. I've only been to their website like twice. Yes, I know I suck, and I'm soo behind time / outdated. Anyhow, I'm not going to cheat and say I like my pictures best when I haven't seen the rest, so here's the best 3 I can find in 1 minute of browsing...

1. Triton : Firstly, can I please say that some of these shots on Flickr are truly amazing!! My god I did not think that there were SUCH talented people out there!
Anyways. I like this picture because of the feeling it gives when you look at it. It reminds me of how you're playing at the beach and you take that one last jump into the water because you're leaving soon? And you want to savour every bit of fun you can squeeze out of your last moments? It's a really great feeling...
2. B.Kid's Photoshoot : I looove this! It's so cute! Its so accidental - You just can't recreate that look on purpose - She's thinking about something... I wonder what?
3.Waiting to go on our walk : His expression is precious! 'Oh.. I wonder where he is...' I have no idea, but somehow, kids can be SO forgiving. If someone was making me wait, you can be sure, my expression would be nowhere near his. I'd be bordering on furious, really. AND he's innocently worrying about the other person... maaan.
I wish I could be like that! I wish I could wait like that!

OK, well I posted my answers now. I tried to incorporate as much of the comments as I could, but hey, there's only so much I can do...

Will blog more soon. Thanks very much y'all for all your support! I really appreciate you visiting, dropping comments and all.

In promise to Ultra, I will blog about my most vivid memory soon. I have to think about it first tho... ;)

I dunno

2006-04-16T08:06:00.000-07:00

what to blog about.

Please let me know if y'all have any ideas at all.

By the way, to share a completely useless fact with you,

I like Kitkat.

Ok, useless fact over. :)

Tell me what you want me to blog about!

Melbourne F1 GP post.

2006-04-08T03:48:00.000-07:00

Alright, as promised.. going to post about my melbourne trip.. and as usual..
::Disclaimer: LOTS of ranting about KIMI! Now, I love the boy to bits, so you're warned. I'm like, a complete groupie where he's concerned. ;) ::

So. Melbourne.

What can I say?
I'll let the pictures do the talking, like your fingers do the walking.
Yes. I am cliched like that. waddevah.

First. I left Singapore at 11:50pm (nearly missed my flight because I am one of those people that walk in @ the last minute of the last boarding call -yes I am bastardly like that) on Wednesday. Nearly DIED on the plane because I was so bored + I cannot sleep on planes.

Landed in Melbourne on Thursday morning like at 10am. Now, of course, knowing my luck, I manage to get the meanest a-hole in the entire customs, who very nicely put me down under 'W', which translates as 'get-in-line-you-sneaky-asian-who-must-be-smuggling-shitloads-of-illegal-drugs'. I'd take a picture of him if I could, but at the time I was too pissed off to care, really.

And I have to say, the melbourne airport personnel are SO strict:
They scanned my suitcase > unpacked my suitcase > swabbed EVERYTHING in my suitcase for narcotics > swabbed the INSIDE of my suitcase for narcotics > scanned the EMPTY suitcase > repacked everything > scanned my handbag.
Fuckers.

I must look like a common criminal. Shite.

So I didn't manage to get out of the airport till like... 11ish. Knowing that my friend Linda wld be landing at like 12ish, I thought I might as well grab some coffee and wait for her in the lounge. So, waited till like 12ish in which we manage to get the dumbest taxi driver in the world. He could have GPS installed in his brain and still NOT know where he's going, I swear.

Anyhow, arrived at the hotel, which by modern day's standards would be nicely termed 'a dump', we find out that you can't actually check in yet, which kinda sucks. Still, we take the chance to do some shopping, so we dump our luggage in the lobby and go shopping till check in time at 2pm.
I won't bore you guys with shopping details, but just take it from me that it is EXCELLENT. They don't call it fashion capital for nothing, hey.

When my other friend Chris arrives, we manage to check in. I won't go into detail here, but man.
You pay peanuts, you really get monkeys. (Sorry Linda, but I know you feel the same too. ;P)

But let's move on to the REAL reason why I was there: THE F1 GRAND PRIX.
oh man, the arena is like, massive. It's like 1/4 of Singapore. I mean, cos Singapore is like, teeny, y'know. And its so lovely to be there with so many other f1 fans, with the atmosphere teeming with other lovely people.
OK FINE. They were fucking rude. And really, there was so many people you can barely see what's going on in the tracks.

I'm not going to bore everyone with what we did for the first few days, so we'll just move on to Race day. (ok I forgot and I don't have any pictures. My bad.)

RACE DAY:

Now you have loads of stuff that's going on, but because I was dumb enough to only bring 2 disgustingly small memory sticks with so little memory in them, we'll just skip to the good bits. (* This also means an amazingly biased account along with amazingly biased pictures. )
Obviously, you can tell I am just scrabbling with what I have to work with, which ain't much.

Ah fekkit. Just lookit the pictures, y'all. I took YONKS to upload all these pictures, so appreciate them.
No, on second thoughts, just appreciate my effort. and my amazing photography skills. :D *shameless plugging*

Ide and Sato walking into the pits.
Personally, I'm developing quite a liking for Ide. The boy has talent.
I really reckon he could be big.
But nobody, nobody quite does it like Kimi.

The parade has started, the opening ceremony.

What are all the Renault boys looking at? The pit girls, that's what.
After the driver's parade, where they start setting up the positions.

Here is my boy starting from 4th.
(Note: 4 is also the $$$ symbol. fyi. I try to plug whatever I can. :P)

Some random shot of Montoya.
Just smiling before the race. He won't be smiling anymore later. * :)

My boy Kimi getting into his car. There are busloads of people all around him and I HATE the grilles. Yes, I realise I have a fantastic shot of the grilles and a crap shot of Kimi. Life is NOT fair.

I do not understand where all these people keep coming from.

Scram, fuckers. Thanks. Now its just my boy. And the grilles.

Starting.. Ready Get Set GO!
And they're off.

Here's my one good picture of Kimi passing through. I could not get any other shots because I am a shite camera-woman. :( Believe me, I tried REALLY HARD for this one shot.

I sneakily managed to get a good shot by using the electronic display board. It even has the words 'Raikkonen' in the lower left hand corner. :D And this is what happened when I tried to recreate that.

Some asswipe's bum big enough to fill China blocking my beloved boy's head + helmet.

This was a good shot. OF MONTOYA driving.

This was also a good shot. OF MONTOYA out. :)
Schumi Driving.

Schumi Out.
And a few billion missed shots in between, here they come.

In First place, Al-bloody-steal-my-boy's-glory-fonso. Or 'Fernie'. Actually, Fernie sounds bloody gay. Haha!

In Second place, MY BOY KIMI.

Ahh.. I'm so proud of him. I was happy with a podium finish. Damn unreliable, those McLarens.

And in Third position, Ralfie! And so we have our winners. They look like dominoes, all lined up like this.

Who are these random people all looking at?

My Boy, that's who! Yayy! *Spanish Wave* *happy dancing* Lalala! And we break open the champagne.

(Quick note: I SAW Kimi bloody drop the damn heavy bottle of champagne down 2 storeys into the crowd below. And it was bloody dangerous too. Mentull.)

And a quick peek into Kimi's garage just after the race. I'm sorry it's lopsided. And I'm too damned lazy to fix it, + I took so bloody long to put these pictures up, I am not screwing it up when it's almost perfect.

In the end...
All in all, I reckon it was a great trip. The shopping was SO GOOD (I wrecked my bank account), the race was awesome, because we had such amazing seats,where everyone possible crashed right in FRONT of us.
(by the way, if you watched the race, you might be wondering where's the button crash, and the reason why I don't have a bad picture of it is because there was too much smoke by the time I stupidly realised that he crashed. If you were watching, you may realise that his engine caught on fire, hence the smoke. But that's why I didn't get a picture of Button's smash up. You can try Linda's and Chris's blogs tho. I think they have pictures. :D)

Anyways, I loved the whole trip, especially catching up with my old mates - missed y'all!
so we are making plans for 2008's sepang - I am so going to try to get pit passes - Laydeez: Save up your money, we are so making the 08 KL GP.

We are happy campers.
Melbourne F1, 30/03/06 to 02/04/06.
Christabelle, me and Linda.

MELBOURNE GP POST!

2006-04-05T18:40:00.000-07:00

COMING SOON...

MELBOURNE!!!!

2006-03-29T07:03:00.000-08:00

Right. I'm now standing in Changi Airport and I'm about to go to melbourne in oh.. 40 minutes.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *happy dancing*

Seriously, I have waited like, so long for this day.. it totally feels like it wouldn't happen, but I am SO stoked. haha! Anyhow, hope y'all doing ok..

I'll be away from today to the 3rd of April, but knowing me, I might drop by to blog a bit about how damn good it is to be with my friends again.

oh yeah, by the way, i'm going to melbourne to watch KAP. f1, more precisely, and even though I am rooting for dear KIMI (MY BOY!) to win, the odds are good that it's prolly going to be schmancy-fancy-schuey or dickhead-shitface-steal my kimi's glory-dumb alonso.

Anyhow. Should be TONS of fun. I expect.

Well. 15 minutes is all I have. I wonder how much fucking germs there are on this keyboard.

Free Internet = fucking oily keyboard.

aiight. ciao y'all.

Will take heaps of pics.

:) SEEEEEEEEEEEYA!

People on the telly.

2006-03-11T03:52:00.000-08:00

:: Disclaimer: Don't agree with what I say? Leave a shout out. ;)
And yes, I know I'm mean. It's ok to bitch, it's my blog. :P ::

Ok, so just a random rant.

Whenever I switch on the telly, I personally feel that it is SO inconsiderate to have to look at ugly people.

I mean, if its a reality show, or like, the news, I could forgive them.

Because well, their target audience prolly won't care so much and they're not on for long anyways. Blink and you'll miss the ugly people on the news.

But if you're hosting a TV show or at least know that you're going to appear on TV, where people will have to look at you for at least 2 minutes....

PLEASE. DO NOT BE AS UGLY AS FUCK.

Honestly speaking, good looking people are a dime a dozen. It's not difficult to look good.

At least, nowadays, we have plastic surgery and make up, even the most hideous person on earth can look ok. Especially where the surgery is concerned.

And if we're going to look at the person on TV, I personally consider a basic duty of TV personalities to look halfway passable and not make you wanna puke your guts out every time you look at them.

It's not right to have to look at ugly shitfaces on telly when there are busloads of better looking people out there. They could at least try to get some surgery done..

The only exception I make is for the plastic surgery shows.. like Extreme Makeover or something like that. Because you need the ugly people to provide comparison to how good they look afterwards. But usually they're fugly before AND after.

Which brings me to my next point. TV personalities should NOT have to be even compared to the word 'fugly'. Yet that is what comes to mind.

Please view Exhibit A: Joey Fatone of Nsync.

OK this is what I mean by fugly shitass TV personalities. And innocent 13 year olds have to hang posters up of this guy and ruin their lives staring at this fat ass.

Not being mean, or whatever, but I've always read his name as 'FAT ONE', instead of like, fuh-tone-ney. Baloney, that's what he eats. He needs lipo. And I dunno, a damn LOT of surgery in order to fix his face.

And you know, I might even be prepared to forgive his face if he had an ounce of talent, but let's face it, fat one has no talent. He can't sing, and he defo can't dance.

I have no idea what he's doing in Nsync. Filler, perhaps. But even then, if you were going to find some filler, you would at least find some better looking ones right?

Or you might argue that maybe he's a nice guy. But hey. There are literally millions of nice guys ( wouldn't know, I've never met one. ;) ) out there, who are a lot better looking than him.

And this is what really gets me. Why would anyone choose him as filler?

*sigh* I don't understand this world sometimes.

There's surgery, people. And if you're poor or morally aginst it, there is ALWAYS make up.

Honestly, even legally speaking, the law states in duty of care, that TV personalities have a duty of care not to make their audiences's eyes bleed nor invoke the urge to hurl when they appear on TV.

Sheesh. And just to justify my rants, I have to say that I do know how to look at people who have tried to look good. And I have to say, Fat one can't pass. Maybe some people like fat guys, but Joey fat one would really look better with muscles (instead of lipids), and a nose job. Maybe a chin job as well. And defo some carriage (how to dress) lessons. See? I know how to look.

Ok, rant over.

Just to make myself happy and for the people who agree with me, or disagree, whatever.

Here's Miyavi. HOT GUY and there's a hot chick as well, in Miyavi's PV 'Freedom Fighter'.

My brother agrees that she's a babe. And MYV is defo not demonic, ok?

Miyavi-sama.. watashiwa suki des ne!

i *heart* Miyavi.

Exhibit B: Hot guy.. MYV. Enjoy!

Just for interest's sake.. how many people out there think she's hot?

MIYAVI!!! teh hotness.

2006-03-06T03:00:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: Am about to sound like a groupie. I have momentarily been transported to my young days where I was 13 and still teenybopping. :P::

I was bored, and then I discovered him.

!!!!

I'm in love.

Exhibit 1: Please see how damn hot he is.

And not only is he hot as hell, he has bags of personality too. ;)

And so y'all don't think I'm taking him on face value, check out his mad skillz.

Exhibit 2: Mad Skillz.

In case you're not convinced.

Exhibit 3: His cover on Nirvana 'Blew'.

And.. just to convince y'all he's a jrock SUPERSTAR.. my fave song of his.

Exhibit 4: 'Senor Senora Senorita' By Miyavi.

1,2 Step. Step By Step... arrrghhh he is so damn HOT.

watashiwa-love-miyavi-neh?

(09-03-06) Further comment:

I should explain further on what I commented to Candy as '整体美'. For my non chinese speaking crowd, this basically translates as 'whole body beauty', meaning beauty as an OVERALL PACKAGE.

Beauty as an overall package is what I view miyavi as. He possesses '整体美'.
He has his own particular version of beauty which I can see.

SO I will highlight what beauty I see.

Beauty is not as simple as visual appearances, though as a basic element of beauty, he does have incredible bone structure.
And in terms of facial beauty, he has an androgynous look about him, which I consider to be the ultimate of facial beauty. It is not easy to carry off beauty in both female and male ways.

That aside, upkeep, or grooming.

Firstly, to me it is OK, in fact, more than OK for guys to pluck eyebrows, put on make up, dye hair, whatever. Presentation is ultimate, and it is an indicator of how much pride you put in your appearance. If you respect yourself, you will always try to be as presentable as you can. For males who discover the wonderful effects of make up and hairdye, well, so much the better. What are those tools for, if not for use?

Obviously, some of y'all may say that its sorta weird for males to be so vain, or whatever. But, for Japanese, it is perfectly ok for males to be 'vain' or more accurately, be presentable. And I agree wholeheartedly with that philosophy.

And in keeping with this philosophy, I should stress that Miyavi is quite eccentric and also is a rockstar. J-Rock is a lifestyle. And he embodies it quite well, I think. Also, the tattoos wouldn't work so well with his clothing and hairstyles if he hadn't such great skin.

To understand better, just imagine this:-

You start off with a blank palette. That's miyavi without the tatts, whatever. Just plain ol' simple. Sure. You can leave it as it is. There's beauty in simplicity after all, but you have to understand him. He's not a simple guy. He's not plain. His music has passion, it has colour. It's rowdy. It's not a 2 bar tune.

So you have to add a little colour, a little design, a bit of style to the plain palette. Harmonize it with a splash of attitude.

And you will get the complete package of miyavi.

Now you understand how to get his look, you need to know how to see him.

You need to view him as a complete being, along with his music to fully appreciate the '整体美'. So take in the hair, the clothing, the tattoos and piercings, and add it together with his music and his eccentic personality and what you will get is this overall intangible feeling of beauty.

Accept his look for what it is, add in all the other elements + his personality. And you will understand his beauty.

It is beauty in its own right and genre.

And I totally appreciate that beauty. '整体美'.

I should also stress that I am totally biased. ;)

i am SO BORED!!!

2006-03-02T23:29:00.000-08:00

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BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

any suggestions?

My sneaky plan to CURE myself!!

2006-03-01T17:02:00.000-08:00

*evil laughter* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*ahem*

I have come up with an amazing miracle cure for chicken pox.

I know, I know.
*waves modestly at all the effectual praise coming in*

I'm damn smart sometimes. *boos ensue* eh shuddup lah

Anyhow, as part of my master plan, I think the fastest, most effective way to cure myself, AND, still have NO SCARS,
I should self administer my own specialized treatment.

I mean, who knows what donkey shit the doctors are giving that actually work? It might just be a placebo. Or a whole lotta placebos.

I can also do my own, more effective treatment.
I shall call it "Pamela's damn-solid-sure-work-super-duper ICE treatment."

What treatment, you may ask?

Well, after careful consideration for all of 2 minutes, I have realized that chicken pox blisters are full of what? liquid right?

So, in order to get rid of the liquid fast, as well as effectively dry up the shell left afterwards, the best and most effective way with the LEAST amount of pain?

FREEZE DRY.

Yes, I know. I am really damn smart sometimes.

You know how sometimes you have a tooth that's just about to come out? Then the dentist comes out with this miracle spray that she sprays on your gums?
And this miracle spray will:-
a) dry out the area like super duper fast (because its COLD)
b) numb the area like super duper fast (because it's COLD)
c) stop saliva from coming back into the area like super duper fast

Actually, i'm not too sure about c), considering you can't really even feel if there's saliva there.

But no matter, I'm sure the miracle spray does that too.

So now, anyone know a dentist with limitless supplies of the miracle spray? ;)

Bloody Hell.

2006-02-28T00:24:00.000-08:00

Of all times I had to get it, it had to be at this period of my life.

Just when I've got a new job.

Just when I'm actually interested in meeting new people.

Just when I've proudly declared to the world that I'm as fit as a fiddle.

This is it. I defo think that my body has gone insane.

Y'all will be seeing me blog much more often the next 2 weeks because I've got bloody CHICKEN POX.

I've got 2 weeks leave, which my boss intends for me to sort of work part time (more like full time) THROUGHOUT my leave.

Which actually, is ok. Because I'm the responsible sort (HAHAHAHA) that's got to have all my stuff sorted out.

Except... Now I'm feeling sort of woozy and my head reeallly reaaally hurts, It's not likely I'm going to be getting much done, is there?

Anyhow, I'm praying that the buggers dry up soon and drop off quicksmart, because I've SO had it with the poxing bastards.
Also, I'm having a fever, i've scratched a million of them off, and i WILL have a scar. Lots of scars.

Sorry to all my colleagues. Y'all going to have to do some work.. haha! I don't think I can help much, but I'll try to do whatever I can! ;)

Bloody chicken pox.

CHAPTER 2!!!!

2006-02-24T03:36:00.000-08:00

:: Disclaimer: I am very sorry for being late. But I have a good excuse. I had to stay at the office late every night this week and I am still in office typing as we speak. :( ::

Chapter One

"Lin Peh! Stay in the trishaw!" Go Tong shouted at Lin Peh.
Lin Peh did as he was told. And like any 6 year old boy, he started to wonder after a few minutes of waiting.. 'Will Papa buy me the bicycle? I want the blue one with white handles so I can go as fast as Astroboy.."

While he was sitting in the trishaw daydreaming, Go Tong was frantically running into the house looking for his other 3 sons and Untie Lin.
Running in the house at breakneck speed, Go Tong stopped in shock when he saw the state of the kitchen.

Moaning in anguish, he promptly collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

Untie Lin, as her name belied, was one capable lady. She was mopping up pools of blood on the kitchen floors, while screaming at Liong Sick and Kick Siang to get out of her way. It was just as well that King Yik was at a friend's house playing ping pong.

At a corner lay an injured man (one of their illegal mahjong regulars), bleeding profusely as one of the village 'mata' tended to his wounds.
The man, not yet dead, but with the problem of losing too much blood, was on the verge of collapsing into a coma. The policeman, a trained professional, dealt with his injuries with methodological precision. Moving fast, wads of blood soaked tissues and gauze heaped on the side of his body, the mata uttered a quick prayer that the bleeding would stop soon.

At another corner of the house, seperate from the blood stained kitchen, 2 of the policemen were busy questioning the 2 suspects. "what happened? How can you say you don't know? Don't say you don't know! You think you can pretend??"
The 2 suspects shook their heads and kept silent. Unable to bear the frustration any longer, the other policeman slammed his palm on the table. "Hey! You better start talking soon!"

At the same time, Untie Lin, seeing her husband fall to the floor in a faint, immediately rushed over to tend to him. She was busy preparing cold compresses and ice packs, not noticing that Liong Sick and Kick Siang, who couldn't bear to stay in the kitchen any longer, were escaping outside to get some fresh air.

Lin Peh, getting quite tired of sitting in the trishaw, saw Liong Sick and Kick Siang. He immediately ran over to join them. "Hi Kors! I just came back with Papa."
The 3 of them started walking away from the house, while Liong Sick and Kick Siang updated Lin peh on the events. "So hor, me and Kick Siang were playing when we saw this man in the kitchen right, and he was bleeding a lot. Then we call mummy because we all scared.."

Just then, while walking past the kitchen windows, Lin Peh noticed something peeking out of the bush.

"Liong Sick and Kick Siang! Look! What's that ah?" He asked, while pulling the object out of the bushes. He promptly screamed as he noticed droplets of blood clinging to his fingers...

I pass on to 5xmom! Please read the terms and conditions!

Nightmare.

2006-02-19T00:44:00.001-08:00

:: Disclaimer: the following post is scary. I repeat, scary. This is as much horror as I can make it, and all events are told are REAL. You're warned, y'all. And don't ask me why I'm so sick.::

As suggested by Ultra. ;)

I had a nightmare once. Usually, I don't dream, and if I do, I pretty much never remember them. Except this one had me sitting up in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, literally shaking with fear at 4PM.
But I'm a wuss anyways, so some of y'all may think nothing of this.

By the way, in case none of youse know, I'm actually a buddhist, so I will mention some buddhism related stuff.

Ok. let's begin.

I begin my dream by me meeting up with my family (my mum, 2 brothers and me, my auntie and her 3 kids). We're going on a buddhist pilgrimage, to pray for lost souls. So that's all fine and dandy, till we're told we're going to get there by train, and we're going to meet the buddhist master at the train station.

We come to a cave. The cave is dark, damp, with wet walls, and it's mostly a brackish grey colour. It's large though, and bustling with people. We take a staircase cut into the walls of the cave, and walk into an enclosed space, it's about 1/4 the size of a football field, and same damp, dark, space. The general feeling is of uneasiness.

As we walk into the enclosed space, I see a small pocket of water by the wall of the cave. It's cut into the walls of the cave, the size of a sink, and when you look at the water, all you see is blackness. It's deep though, god knows how deep.
Just as I'm musing about the depth of the water, the buddhist master appears by our side. He casually informs that the small pool of water has future reading abilities, and proceeds to peer into the water. He starts talking about what he can see into our pilgrimage trip, and I tune out. I stare hard at the water. If I stare hard enough, I can see blurry images appearing in shade of black and white. It's too blurry to specifically see anything, so I give up just in time for my master to tell us in a grave tone of voice that we should "be strong for the journey" and that he prays that everyone of us can make it through.

Before I manage to decipher what he actually means by 'make it through', he shows us the train is here. Ahh, I see. It's a normal MRT train. Hard orange plastic seats, fluorescent lighting and the general bustle of society files into the train in a flurry of activity. Places to go, people to see.
I step in, surrounded by my family. There's no place to sit, so we all sit on the place.
I finally manage to get a look at how large our group actually is. There's about 30 odd of us, and we're all seated on the floor. We're the only ones sitting on the floor.
The next stop floods us with bright sunlight. Stop after stop, we see busy people with shopping bags and groceries, going about their busy lives. We're informed that ours is the last stop, and after watching a few more stops whizz by, we sleep.

When I wake up, I find myself hugging my brother from behind, and the train has entered a tunnel. The muted lighting in the cabin brings everything into hazy focus. I find that everybody in our group is sitting very close together to the point of being squashed together. Suddenly, the shock hits me. We're going on a ghost trip.

The further the train travels, the deeper and darker the cabin becomes. The people that file into the cabin become steadily fewer and increasingly more silent. With cold watchful eyes.
I suddenly get it.
They're GHOSTS. Some of the passengers are human, some are ghosts, and some are hybrids of both. They all look human. Same figure, and these are solid ghosts, not the wavery transparent type.

How to tell? The ghosts are pale. Their faces are white under the lighting. They look like they have white make up on, with dark eyes speaking of unknown secrets. And the ghosts have one big difference. Their throats are slit open. The blackish maroon insides of their throats wink open, with a thin string of surgical tubing hanging outside of their throats, a good 10cm down the middle of their esophagus down to their chest.

I stare at the tubing. I will my eyes to shut. Somehow, some one informs me that I cannot let the ghosts catch me staring at them. They will kill me. They will do unspeakable dark things to me. I find a ghost. Male. Staring at me. His eyes are cold with the knowledge of evil secrets. Secrets that are best unknown. They inform me that he knows. He knows and he is watching me. Seeing if I am real. I freeze in terror. I shut my eyes, knowing that it might be my last.
I hug my brother tighter. I chant in my head. pleaseletmegopleasedon'tlookatmepleasegoaway

When I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes, we're here. And our mission to go into the centre of the ghost town, and pray for their release. To set them free and to get another try at life. To be able ot reincarnate. Because this town is a middle town. It bears a gateway to the underground (i.e.: HELL) and the middle ground. (LIFE as we know it. Reality.)

We trudge along the broken pavement. Everywhere, chaos ensue. There is screaming. There is pain, cruelty and the sadistic joy of madness in the air. Among the silhoulette of houses and shacks, there is the crimson wave of blood spattered over everything. Some of the houses have red roofs that glow among the darkness. It feels like a holocaust. Shapeless figurines glide along dark shadows, some out and out leering at us. We have to keep a low profile. If they see us, if they know what we were going to do, they would not hestitate to kill us in a second. I hurry faster. We're almost there. I can see it. A temple. These ghostly folk would enjoy killing us. I hurry. I see the door!

An orange temple, decked in yellow, orange and red. It looks like an ordinary temple. It is small, shabby and unkept. No one is around. Everywhere I look there is debris. It looks like the afterscene of a riot. But no matter. I tell myself, the main thing is sincerity in praying. You must have sincerity in your heart. And your prayers will be heard.

I see the master in front falling to his knees. we immediately drop down too. And the 30 of us, we start praying. Outside, we can hear screams, angry yells and the roar of a crowd that has just found out what we are doing.

I close my eyes. And I pray harder.

Everyone... He's BACK!

2006-02-15T17:05:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: I was supposed to blog about vanity. But who cares about vanity when I have such great news?? !!!!!!::

*ahem* *does cartwheels *happy dance* *LALALALALALALA*
*happy dancing*

MY DOG IS BACK!

I'm overjoyed.

I received a call from a nice man called David yesterday who kindly informed me that he found a bernese mountain dog around the Braddell Heights area. (Heart starts thumping.)
He later informed me that he saw that the poor dog was shivering with fear and so he brought the dog back to his place where he bathed it and fed it. And for the past 4 days, he's been taking care of the dog, and his daughter really likes the dog.

He also mentioned. 'Oh I can't believe your dog is 4 years old. He behaves like a puppy." (!!!! That's him!!)

So I chatted to him a little bit more, trying to find out if it's really my dog, when I realised that it really might be him!! There's only 1 bernese in my neighbourhood and that's my dog, bernese. WHAHAHAHA!!!

And so my mom went to pick him up, where he joyfully flung himself at her, and he sure as hell did miss us! His eyes were red, prolly from not sleeping and crying at night.
But we sure did miss him. We missed him heaps! :D

Anyhow, he's back now, and that's all that matters. Thank you, everyone for your care and concern. I can't express how much your concern was appreciated. I'm so glad we found him.

The funny thing about this is... Gosh, my dog is pathetic. He was lost around 3pm. The guy found him around 4pm that day. And when David found him, Bernese was shivering with fear. 1 measly hour. And he's already panicking.
Ok, never mind, I can understand how it feels to be lost.

But.

LOST IN YOUR OWN NEIGHBOURHOOD??!!!

WHERE YOU HAVE LIVED FOR 4 YEARS???!!!

and the piece de resistance.

YOUR BREED IS SUPPOSED TO BE A TRACKING DOG!!

shit lah.

But it's ok. We love him anyways. :)

And we're real glad to have him back.

Valentine's Day Special

2006-02-14T10:42:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: I don't like the word "love". I mean, not to be too cynical or whatever, but really. Love is merely a chemical imbalance in our hormones creating certain responses in our physical being and thus, miscontrued as emotions. You cannot feel love. I don't believe you can. You may experience love. but you cannot feel it. Because it is not an emotion, merely a bodily reaction. ::

Still. Despite all my cynicism, I'll give y'all a happily ever after.

Just for y'all, my beloved readers. :) Happy Valentine's Day (even though I do NOT celebrate it, and believe it's totally commercialized.) My first and last attempt at writing romances just like Mills and Boon. (If you're smart, you can spot the excellent references I made to M&B. and to other romances.) :P

Ahem.

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. Now, said princess was supposedly the hottest babe in the land of luurve, and she was purportedly the sexiest, because like Paris Hilton, she was loaded, she wore totally expensive skimpy attire and she had done a Mcdonald's ad. Unlike Paris Hilton, however, she was drop dead gorgeous and in a totally classy way. She still exuded sexuality like nobody's business though, so we could safely confirm that this babe is teh hotness.
Not only that, but the kingdom they lived in/pwned, the Kingdom of luurve, was a pretty hot commodity. Her daddy was very popular with his fellow lurrvelites (citizens of Kingdom Luurve), as well as the other Kingdoms. All the other kings liked to visit his kingdom of luuurve very often. Also because they heard through the grapevine that the neighbouring kingdom's king, the king of romance got hitched in the kingdom of luurve. And they brought their sons along to ogle the hot babe princess, hoping that one of them might actually manage to marry the princess, since the kingdom of luurve was by far the most profitable one yet. (They had their own merchadise.)

Anyhow. So our princess grew up in the land of luurve till she was like 23 years old, and ready for romancing. Being the hot babe that she was tho, she totally could get like, any guy, and especially the guys with all the right attributes. What attributes, you might ask. Well, our princess was always inundated with princes that were obviously drop-dead gorgeous, drove beemers and bugattis, with the requisite amazing body and six pack, obviously, who were all rounders in academics and sports, and just all around perfect. Now, perfect men, especially these princes from neighbouring Kingdoms are usually stinkers and casanovas to other less amazing girls, and our princess is no fool. Obviously she knew that these men were out there shagging other laydeez left and right when they weren't after her, but she totally didn't care, so it was kinda like, meh. Still, despite her indifference, those princes are nevertheless, men and totally dug the idea of a hot babe like her on their arms, and so desperate to get their trophy wife, they chased after her relentlessly.

Anyways, her daddy, the King, got sick of all these silly princes falling over themselves to serve our dear princess and buying her useless gifts and whatnot, that one day over their usual 10 course dinner (because he was a popular king), He basically told her to ship up or shape out. This may be loosely translated into I pwn your ass and I am kicking it out to the 1st guy who wants to marry you. So obviously after bawling her eyes out in her split pea soup, our princess was freaking annoyed with her daddy. I mean, those aren't exactly choice men and 'sides, this was the 21st century. Who wants to be forced into marriage nowadays?

But she had no choice. Her daddy had given her a deadline and by the end of the week she had to get hitched. So our princess pulled up whatever remaining dignity she had and went to get her pedicure done. That was Monday.
On Tuesday, she went shopping because it was retail therapy and because she needed to get the latest Dior by Galliano ( A woman must always keep her standards high, no matter what).
On Wednesday, she dumped half of the pretty-boy princes she'd been toying with.
On Thursday, she dumped the other half.
On Friday, she dumped the stragglers and the persistent ones from Wednesday and Thursday.

So it was Valentine's day, and obviously our dear princess was going to have to magic a husband out of nowhere to please her daddy and obviously, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do about it. She decided to go for a bit of a tan down at the beach to mull things over and form an action plan, because she may be hot but she ain't stupid.

So. Our princess was going down to the beach of luurve to catch a little sun and tan a bit, and to think things over. She was sauntering down in her skimpiest beach attire to her usual tanning station (that may be an actual beach house in its own right, i mean, the girl is loaded. Only child and all that.). So She was happily practising her sexy walk when she tripped. On something. And fell flat on her face.

Naturally, she was really really annoyed. I mean, wtf. So, she started digging around in the sand trying to find what the hell she had tripped on, because it is a serious hazard and all, y'know.
She was madly flipping around in the sand when she located a small object. When she pulled it out, she was like, wth. It was a bunch of car keys. How freaking annoying and inconsiderate for someone to lose their keys right where she had put her foot in to trip. "oh excellent, you've found them!" a very male, very sexy voice drawled into her ear. Her left ear, to be exact.
Our princess turned around and found herself staring into the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. He was, without a doubt, immensely immensely hot. Dark haired and golden eyed, like some Greek Adonis. Her heart started thumping. "Excuse me, I tripped on your keys, you idiot. thump Be more careful with your stupid keys! thump " She started screeching at him. Since she already felt a lot like an eejit, she felt it was ok to be screechy. He was amused at her antics, having already decided she was teh hotness, and totally winsome. He decided to ask her out on a date. "So, shall I make it up to you over drinks?" He quirked his head as he waited for her reply.
She was at a loss. Oh, he wanted to date her! amazing! "umm.. I don't just date any one. You gotta clear my criteria first. I only date princes." She announced.

He smirked at that statement, and softly whispered in her ear "oh yeah, well that's great baby. I just happen to be a prince." She went weak kneed.

So she said ok, and they went off on their date in his car where she had found his car keys, (For the curious, he drives a beemer m3) to a wonderfully romantic french dinner complete with rose champagne. Both fell in love that night, and our princess was pretty sure she'd found the answer to her prayers that pleased both her daddy and her.

On Sunday, she had arranged for him to come over and meet her daddy for the first time. Her dad was overjoyed that she'd finally stopped messing about to find a real guy she could possibly even marry, that he'd decided he'd like the fellow just by hearing about him.

Unfortunately. On the way to the Castle of Luurve to meet the LuurveKing, our boy, the prince of Romance ( who just happened to be the offspring of a fellow luurvelite and RomanceKing) met with an accident on the motorway and died on the spot. Our princess was kept waiting and waiting and waiting. Her dad grew weary of waiting and told her very bluntly to stop fussing around with playboys like that, but she really thought he would come.

When she received the call that her boy was dead, she swooned and fainted. He was gone. Nothing could bring him back to her. However, as she lay at home, puking and crying, she realised one day that she was 4 months pregnant with his kid. not only was she broken hearted, she was knocked up as well.

She gave birth 5 months later to a beautiful boy. She died in childbirth, to join her loved one in heaven where hopefully he wouldn't be driving any beemer m3s but x5s instead.

She had finally met her one true love and they lived happily ever after. In heaven where they belonged.

Epilogue:
Her son, the prince of Luurve, met up with the princess of love (who coincidentally happened to be the offspring of RomancePrincess (yes, RomanceKing and Luurvelite had another kid) and LoveKing.) , and they got together to have 3 kids, and castle and 2 dogs. with the requisite white picket fence, of course. You may say that it's all very incestous for a half brother to marry his half sister, but they don't know and probably wouldn't care.

There. It took ages and I rushed it a bit, and literally forced this story out, so I don't care if it's not any good.

I'm no Barbara Cartland.

Some fuckers have dognapped my dog.

2006-02-12T17:11:00.000-08:00

Around 3 pm on the 11/02/2006, my dog was stolen.

Contractors at my place saw a couple leashing my dog away.

My Dog
Breed: Bernese Mountain Dog, Male with Metal Chain Collar
Size: around 5-6 ft.
Age: 4 this year
Colour: Tri-Coloured> Tan, Black and White

He's a friendly dog, too friendly, that's why he let himself get taken away so easily.

We're devastated.

He's not just our dog, he's family.

I know he's crying somewhere and misses home.

If you have a heart, please let him come back to us.

For my Singaporean readers, it'll be great if you could send out the word.

For more details, feel free to drop me a comment or email me, or i'm on msn. Just check out my profile.

Fuck, I really want him back. :(

Tagnorati.

2006-02-08T17:06:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: In reference to Tysen's comments. But he did the tag anyhow. so 3 cheers for Tysen!::

Normally I shun all sorts of chain stuff, especially chain letters.
Technically, the idea of a chain letter is stupid, because not everyone shares the same views (i.e.: not everyone is as stupid).
Actually the main ones to blame for are the people who forward the things. It's cool with me if you forward funny stuff, or stuff that you think is cool, e.g.: hot Japanese American magicians. (*drool*), but there are certain things that you should not forward to me, such as:-

1.) Best friend/lover/cow/horse/whatever:-
Dumbass emails with pastels and flowers and cutesy teddy bears proclaiming that I am the best friend ever. If I'm your best friend ever(Which clearly I am not), you would know me well enough that a one liner "You are my best friend evah" would work better than a billion emails of cutesy teddy bears and rainbows.

2.) Chain Letters:-
They are annoying and a waste of my time because:-
a) I already feel annoyed by them, I do not wanna annoy 10-15 of my friends with stuff that already annoys me. Or even 3-5 of my friends.
b) My friends will hate me.
c) I do not really care if I get struck by lightning on my way home, or if a 3 year old with red eyes appears at my bed and kills me. ( ok fine, maybe the 3 year old. lightning tho, is kinda 'meh'.) Or that I never find love ever.

3.) Your Birthday Alarm, Book, whatever weird things you're joining:-
Seriously. I may/may not wanna join whatever you're joining and may not wanna "make love happen" or "find your friends!" And it really annoys me that to satisfy your "birthday book" requirement, I have to join birthday book too. (I've had freaking 12 emails from birthday book since the damn thing started.)
Actually, honestly speaking, I'm not really angry at my friends for sending me this stuff, it's sweet that they wanna remember my birthday when I don't even remember theirs.
It's really more of Birthday Book's fault cos I just really don't wanna join Birthday Book, even tho I should, dammit. :(

4.) Free Offer to win the latest Ipod/WashingMachine/USD10MillionBuckaroos/Donkeyshit:-
Once bitten, twice shy. I'm Asian. I like offers, discounts and the word 'FREE'.
But you know, after trying out the 'win the latest Ipod without buying anything' scam, where you fill out a million questionaires in the hopes that The Very Latest Advance In Music Technology Ipod will arrive in your mailbox, (How naive of me.) I'm still suffering from the utter shame of being burned from that experience.
I'll not elaborate more, but let's suffice to say that I'm still receiving Spam. From MYSELF. *face palm*

5.) Scary shit.
I remember back in 2000, because of that Jap horror movie 'The Ring', there were idiots sending out attachments that would have scary faces suddenly flash across the screen, should you care to click and download the attachment. Innocuously named 'tom and jerry' or 'funny', they were most certainly not either. Anyhow. Please don't send that over anymore. Not if you don't want me to call you up in the middle of the night and re-enact the scene from scream. :)

Therefore, people, after reading said warning above, please don't send me shit. *grin*

Arrghh...

2006-02-07T16:54:00.000-08:00

I have just realised.

I'm supposed to tag people to do the tag! WHAHAHAHA...

*sigh* It's pathetic how clueless I can be sometimes.

Ok. Candy, Tysen, CQ (When your blog is up) and...I dunno, anybody else who wants to do the tag. (Just inform me when you post it up)

You're tagged. Just remember to pass it on, like I forgot.

*sheepish grin*

Baaaa.

Tagged.

2006-02-02T19:00:00.000-08:00

I've been tagged.
And like a good girl, I shall acquiesce. :)

::Disclaimer: I speak only the truth man. ::

Four jobs I've had in my life
1. Recep/Admin @ LABW
2. Marine/Oilfield Purchaser
3. Handing out flyers when I was 14
4. HR dept. in CMA (Curtin Marketing Association)

Four movies I can watch over and over
1. The Italian Job
2. Clueless
3. Ocean's Eleven
4. Romeo and Juliet (the Baz Lurhman version)

Four places I have lived
1. Braddell Heights, Singapore
2. Stirling Highway, MLC Campus, Perth
3. Victoria Park, Perth
4. Erica Underwood Campus, Bentley, Perth

Four TV shows I love to watch
1. My Wife and Kids
2. Sex & the City (SJP's Paris wear is STUNNING.)
3. JET Tv
4. MTV (Chinese.)

Four places I have been on vacation
1. USA (LA, SF, etc.)
2. OZ (Sydney, Melbourne, Queensland, etc.)
3. Shanghai (damn it's some fine shopping there.)
4. Japan (Hokkaido, Tokyo (MUSASHI!!!), Fukuoka, etc.)

Four of my favorite dishes
Note: 4 not enough. I'm a food fanatic. :D
1. Chocolate cake (Bakerzin's warm chocolate cake is an excellent example.)
2. Ice cream (like duh. everyone who knows me will know this.)
3. Steak. (You haven't had heaven till you've had a Kobe Beef Steak. Forget marinated beef.. Real beef is chargrilled!) (but Hog's Breath is pretty good too. :D)
4. Rochor Famoose Tow Hway @ Geylang. (sheeet man. this tow hway melts in ya spoon! also in your mouth!)

Four websites I visit daily
1. Yahoo
2. Ebay
3. Gmail
4. XE Universal Currency Converter

Four places I would rather be right now
1. The Beach (Cottesloe Beach @ Indiana's having chocolate cake and earl grey)
2. Sitting on the couch in Perth watching telly with Linda and Chris. :) (Heya, Laydeees!)
3. Lying on my bed at home sleeping. (rather than bloody working)
4. Having MUSHASHI ramen in Shinjuku.

There ya go, jac. :)

weirdass things.

2006-01-31T21:16:00.000-08:00

I have no idea what to blog about, but I am in the mood for blogging.

:: Disclaimer: All the below is complete fiction, don't take it seriously, I don't mean what I say, so don't throw me in jail. ::

Therefore, I have decided to start a 'bitchlist', which is purely biased and groundless, and based on gut feel (i.e.: MY gut feel), and should not be taken seriously because I am not about to go to jail for publishing this kind of shit.

Start.

Lots of stuff annoy me. My bitchlist as follows:-

1.) Old people that take miniscule steps to cross the road.
Seriously, if you're that old and feeble, get a fucking tram. Old people zoom everywhere on their shopping trolley/tram things in Australia. Don't take fucking 20 minutes to cross the road, and even if you still gots to take your bloody time, don't fucking jaywalk. Your abilities do not permit jaywalking. Not only that. but you can't possibly run away if you got accosted by policemen nor would you be able to pay the fine (i find old people notoriously carry very little money and are usually poor as.)

2.) Crying babies.
Ok, by 'crying', you may define that as 'screaming its head off prune'. I really hate babies that cry-scream. It's annoying, they're a pain in the ass, they're contributing to the noise pollution, etc. I fucking hate babies. Toddlers are ok - they're still cute-ish and that only goes for some. Babies are ugly (Linda, I agree) and they look like prunes. Evil prunes.

3.) Politicians.
This is a sensitive subject. I'll tread carefully. I fucking hate ALL politicians which makes me:
a) fair (i said ALL)
b) vague (i never mentioned any names)
c) conclusive (it's a statement)
I rule. Politicians suck. There's really no need to say anymore.

4.) Yappy dogs.
It's fine if they're still puppies, they don't know any better. But some dogs are just fuuuuucking annoying. Especially my neighbour's dog. No. this is no shih tzu or chihuahua with incessant barking tendencies. This is a fully grown golden retriever with some serious people issues. Every bloody thing. Every single form of life that goes past those gates will incur a volley of barks that do not stop for at least 10 minutes. And it's been going on for years. You could say that we would've gotten used to it by now, but.. no. I still wanna shoot the damn dog.

5.) Kara-not-ok.
Now that we're on the subject of noise pollution, I'd like to briefly touch upon the subject of shite karaoke singers. Now, I know people like to sing. I like to sing too. But I also know that my voice sure as hell ain't perfect and I may not sing the kinda songs that people would like to listen to, so I fucking KEEP IT DOWN, BITCH. Anyhow. There's this lady that lives near my friend's place who sings her hokkien songs EVERYDAY. Also, she has this screechy undertone to her voice like one of those aunties who berate their kids 24/7? along with this shriek type sound at the end of every vowel. and her taste is songs is downright dodgy. It's all the "jit parh bun'' type of hokkien songs. haha! and she's such a bad singer.

6.) Birds.
Now.. I'm not sure about you, but I've always harboured a secret (or not-so-secret) wish to kick a bird. Like, the bird would be looking in the direction and I come up behind it and give it a swift and sharp kick up it's ass and sending flying. Whoohoo! That would be SO great.
I mean, the funniest thing evah. I just recalled. Is this incident with bird poo. (sorry Candy, I have to tell it.) I was having lunch with a friend (for privacy's sake I shall just call her C- WHAHAHAHAHA) C, and we were seated just under a couple of trees on the grass lawn.
Anyhow. we were happily eating when suddenly this splodge of white stuff comes hurtling from the sky into her box of chinese. And the aftersplash went over her jeans. HAHAHAHAHAHA that was SO funny. I pretty much about died laughing just looking at the look on her face.
But yes, this is why bird poo is like, dangerous man. That was classic.

7.) Lousy drivers.
Man. no words needed. if you need fucking more than 4 times to reverse into a parking space, you are absolutely inept and should be shot. Because you're fucking holding up everyone else that could prolly do it in 2 turns maximum, loser.

8.) Aunties.
Auntie Network, or more officially known as the auntie gossip network, is a powerful thing. Also bloody annoying because they will know every bloody bit of dirty linen that you have to air.
Aunties, are a force to be reckoned with, because of their amazing ability to know everything: what was the ex girlfriend's car model or second-cousin-twice-removed's name and such.
And they can relate alllllll the past family history of every single family member.
Aunties. Ya gotta respekt them.

9.) Houseflies.
When I'm eating, I don't like it when you fucking buzz around my food. You can buzz all you fucking want when I'm DONE. but until then, piss off.

10.) Stingy fuckers.
I guess I really have no reason to complain, since a friend of mine has informed me he doesn't "want to look at my ang pows after seeing a $2 ang pow". (for my non-chinese readers who are clueless at this point, ang pows are translated as 'red packets' because during chinese new year, people give you red packets, which are basically red packets with money inside. for well wishing.) so yeah, i mean, stingy people like that should so be banned. it's shameful, and disgusting behaviour. As well as disappointing. do you know how much poor people like us rely on that money? huh? *tsk tsk*

I'll stop for now. whee. I apologize for all the swearin', but hey. my blog, my rules. u like it or lump it. :) Cheers y'all. hope ya enjoy and pleeeeeeeeeeeeease comment!!!

please please please comment! I love comments, good or bad!

Happy CNY!

2006-01-31T01:14:00.001-08:00

Happy Chinese New Year, y'all.

So, just a quick update and shout outs to all.

1.) I hope you guys got heaps and heaps of cash, because I didn't.

2.) I hope you guys got heaps and heaps of yummy food, which I did. :)

3.) I hope you guys got fat like me, because of above reason.

4.) I hope you guys like ya new clothes, because I kinda like mine.

Also, I would like to take this opportunity to share my new theory on CNY.

Why do we diet for ages so we can look our best in our new clothes, and go visit people on CNY only to eat and eat and eat all the junk food as well as meals (i mean full chinese feast affairs), only to gain it all back and look pudgy after CNY??

My solution:
ya gotta eat right? It's only polite. And you gotta look your best still right?
SO.
I don't have a solution. :)

Let's all get fat.

Memoirs..

2006-01-15T06:35:00.000-08:00

I've just watched Memoirs of a Geisha today.

You know what? It was fabulous. Suddenly I felt like being a geisha would be so great, especially if you were completely sought after.. And Sayuri managed to have the surprising gift of always saying the right things at the right time. Like, clever witty double entedres.

Also, they just manage to be stunningly beautiful all the time, even if they're caught in the rain, they're dirty or whatever, they just managed to look gorgeous. Especially Hatsumomo. I know she's meant to be queen bitch or whatever, but Hatsumomo is suuuch a babe! I mean, my aunt suspects she's had some work done on her jaw or whatever, but really. Gong Li is farking beautiful.

I suppose, if I really wanted to nitpick, I could say Michelle Yeoh is kinda old, sorta more "auntie"-ish than hot-babe-geisha-ish, but really. I don't wanna nitpick over such a triviality when the movie as a whole was so great.

The camera work was beautiful. Every shot seemed to fit perfectly, and it was such a great adaptation of the book. Because you know how sometimes book adaptations turn out wonky or maybe they cut too much stuff out? This adaptation is gooooood. And you don't really need too much brains to truly appreciate it. :)

Arrghh if I say anymore, I'll give the story away.

We give it 4 an' a half pjs on the all star pj rating, the only rating system for all your movie needs.

So go on people, go catch it. And tell me what you think. ;)

A No-Brainer Quiz. For my beloved readers. :)

2006-01-07T00:54:00.000-08:00

:: Disclaimer: I'm home, sick, alone and bored. What do I do? a) write a very lame quiz, b) write a very lame quiz, c) write a very lame quiz, or d) all of the above. ::

This quiz is intended to seperate the brainy from the brainless. Classless cheats are not welcome to participate in the quiz and will be seeded out from the top. Interviews will be conducted at a later stage for lucky participants who make it to the next round. If you have no idea what I just said, just select option B for every question (Btw, B stands for Bodoh, which is Malay for stupid).

Kindly complete the quiz below using the answers that best apply.
Do not fill out more than one answer per question and try not to cheat. If you must cheat, please do so with class. If not, just don't take the quiz at all, you classless cheat.

May I also stress that in true Pamela style, this quiz is baseless and stereotypical and does not represent any indicator of exactly how brainy ppl are because the author of the quiz isn't feeling well. May I also stress that regardless of how lame the quiz may be, it's just to keep you people happy. :)

-Self-awareness section-
Question 1: Do you think you are brainy?
a) HELL YES.
b) HELL NO.
c) I know I am, but what are you?

-Culture section-
Question 2: Can you count how many instruments is used in Shiina Ringo's Stem ?
(Hint: It's a song.)
a) 12310293810938123 instruments. (Refer to essay as attached for types of instruments and purpose in full transition of the melody, as well as technical drawings on each instrument, inclusive with original size models.)
b) Who is Shiina Ringo? What's Stem?
c) I can count great, I just am too lazy to count.

-Social section-
Question 3: Are your hobbies dabbling with genetics, a cure for aids, the probability of Tiger Woods winning the next masters', as well as designing aerodynamics for NASA rockets (you had 2 hands in Nautilus!), just to name a few?
a) Just to name a few.
b) No. My Hobbies are swimming, reading and playing table tennis. *big toothy grin*
c) Genetics bore me, it's the journey to getting aids that is my passion, Golf and NASA both suck. *yawns and stretches*

-Visual Appearance section-
Question 4: Do you possess any of the below:-
(i) Visual Aids such as spectacles, magnifying glasses, standard 10x Microscope complete with halogen lighting attachment.
(ii) Shit Hair. This includes hair which resembles pubic hair, hair which is neatly combed to one side, complete with ruler line down the scalp, or hair which has not been cut for 5 years or longer.
(iii) Checked button up shirts, pants which end 5 cm above the ankle, stipulated blue stripe socks, tie.
a) all of the above.
b) (ii)
c) none of the above. except maybe (i) for umm.. certain borderline cases.

-Academic section-
Question 5: Define 'Quark'.
a) Well it depends if you want the textbook definition or, ahem, my own definition which I personally feel encompasses the qualities much better...*rambles on indefinitely*
b) I don't unnerstand.
c) I'm Bad To The ~~Bone~~ ~~Cell~~ ~~Nucleus~~ ~~Atom~~ ~~Proton~~ Quark

Please refer to the below for your scoring.

If you got:-

1.) Mostly As: You are a cocky bastard that deserves to die. Please do us all a favour and drop dead instantly. Oh, and btw, you're sort of brainy. But in a very irritating way.

2.) Mostly Bs: If I say you are as stupid as a cow, I am insulting the cows. Let's just say even rocks are smarter than you.

3.) BRUDDER! or SISTER! welcome to the family. we are lazy but most likely brainy ppl.

2006. But I'm not ready yet!

2005-12-30T23:08:00.000-08:00

:: Disclaimer: Alot of whining in this post. I haven't grown up yet, you see. ::

It's 2006 in a few hours time.

Everyone is celebrating. What for? Why?

I've done nothing to deserve it.. I haven't accomplished any of my goals for 2005 yet, exept the really dumb goals which are so DUH that I won't bother embarassing myself on my own blog. Except I do that anyways. *grin*

I feel so unprepared for 2006. I hate uncertainty with a passion. I hate it when I don't know what's going on and cannot prepare so when it hits me, i fumble. And I'm no fumbler. Not my style.

I haven't said goodbye to 2005, Nor thanked it yet for all the great things that it's given me. Or even whacked it yet for all the shit things that happened. I haven't really sat down and thought about what I want from 2006. Or what bad stuff I did in 2005 that I should learn to NEVER repeat.

I would like to analyze in depth 2005, catalogue all my errors into one looong column and seriously do some damage control.

Ahhhh... who am I kidding? Ok i'm not that focused, and I'd prolly bore myself silly with all my stupid mistakes.

God bless me and bring it on, 2006!

I have fool's luck and ignorance on my side.

Happy new year, y'all.

Christmas!!

2005-12-24T23:18:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas y'all!!

Ho! Ho! Ho! *rumbles*

I have joined in a group of silly people to sing 'White Christmas'.

I was actually blogsurfing one day and discovered this funny ass blog by Lin Peh. Anyways, he had a christmas 'sing song' project. Anyhow, you defo cannot hear me sing because my singing is terrible, however, the final product is actually fairly good.

You can download our singing efforts here.

I warn you though, our singing really really, cannot make it.

Anyhow, what I did for christmas as follows:-

10am: Wake up to have breakfast.
11am: Leave to bring my bro to cut his hair and maybe cut mine as well. We went with Jaelle and Mark to this place in Far East Plaza called hair wars.
11:15am: I decide to do a hair treatment and a flat blowdry.
1pm: Finally get my hair done.
1:05pm: Decide we need to get beer. Because Tiger Beer is not good enough for tonight's party. Also, I kinda wanna drink Hoegaarden, my beer of choice. *wink like 007*
1:10pm: Convince my brother that Hoegaarden is absolutely neccessary for the party.
1:15pm: Bribe my brother to go to the super with me.
1:30pm: Finally troupe to the bottle section in the super.
1:45pm: Collect many bottles of hoegaarden, making several repeated trips between aisle 3 and cashier.
2pm: Pay for Beer.
2:00:30pm: Feel sharp pang of pain at amount of money lost.
2:01pm: Decide its worth it.
2:02pm: Looks at pitiful remains of wallet.
2:03pm: Ahh feckit.
2:10pm: Lug heavy heavy plastic bags full of beer to the taxi stand.
2:15pm: Flag down a cab
2:20pm: Slight problem in logistics in transfer of beer to cab.
2:25pm: All bundled in cab (more or less).
2:45pm: Get home in time for lunch.
3pm: Express disgust at the pathetic lunch.
3:05pm: decide to eat nevertheless.
3:10pm: Eat.
3:25pm: Eat Second Helping.
3:30pm: Decide I should Stop eating.
3:35pm: Chatting online with SC.
4pm: Decide I should leave, regardless of rain.
4:15pm: Reach J8.
4:16pm: Reach beauty salon for my eyelash extension appointment.
4:20pm: Start my eyelash extensions.
5:45pm: Finally got my eyelashes!! Lash Offensive.
6pm: Wander around J8.. finally buy a log cake 2 minutes later.
6:15pm: reach home.
6:30pm: Rush to shower after realizing everyone is already there.
7pm: Rush out of home to Mel's party.
7:15pm: reach Mel's place, realize I do not know anyone there beside Mel and her mom (who is scary, btw).
7:20pm: smile weakly and sit down on the furthest edge of the sofa.
7:35pm: Mel's friends arrive.
7:45pm: Discover I know lots of friends of her friends.
8pm: Chat and Eat happily with her friends.
8:15pm: OH fuck my friends have arrived. I shld leave.
8:40pm: Reach Home.
8:45pm: Friends really have arrived.
9pm: More friends arrive.
9:30pm: More friends arrive.
10pm: We drink and drink and drink and realise that Kueh lapis and Hoegaarden = lychee/fruity taste.
11:30pm: People leave to other clubs
12am: I am packing up the place, gathering gifts and whatsit
12:15am: give my mommy her xmas gift.
12:16am: She likes it!!
12:30am: mentally catalogue my xmas gifts into like and dislikie categories.
12:45am: Decide it's been a good year.
12:46am: I have more good gifts than bad.
1 am: I am showering.
1:15am: I am still showering.
1:30am: I am still showering.
2am: I finally finish showering.
2:30am: I realised I have passed out on my bed with my handphone in my hand.
3am: Finally crawl into bed.

And folks, that was my christmas eve. christmas so far ain't very exciting. But hey, it's christmas anyhow. Ich vermisse ihn.

I'd like to thank my friends for their lovely gifts:-
1.) Jaelle and Mark for the lovely lovely t-shirt from Localbrand: I am wearing it atm with a huge grin on my face. TIT: Taitai in Training!
2.) Jac, KC and Marc for the lovely lovely bottle of Moet that will sit on table and look pretty until New Year where we will most prolly open it and drink bellinis until we go silly.
3.) Lennon and friends for the lovely lovely bottle of Bacardi. There are a thousand and one things wonderful about Bacardi.

And I have no time for the rest.

Merry Christmas, folks!

I HATE BLOGGER.COM!!!!!!!!!!

2005-12-22T18:10:00.000-08:00

I fucking lost my entire looong post on why Narnia sucks.

And because I am too lazy to type it out again, I mean, like, HELL NO, I'm just going to summarize it in 3 points why the movie sucks.

1.) Fucking kid actors: I mean, who the fuck are they?

2.) Pathetic White Witch: She belongs in a knitting shop, not as all encompassing evil power of Narnia.

3.) Fucking ugly creatures in Witch's Army: No words needed. They are just freaking ugly. Actually, I can add to that. They had bloody HYBRIDS of the grossest animals ever. like, forex, a hog and a bat. How in the world can a hog-bat combo fight well? If they hired me, I'd totally do an awesome sure-win combo like... a t-rex and a red-bellied piranha. So like, you'd have this HUGE monsta with kick-ass killing tendencies. For sure to have a higher killing count than say, a hog-bat combi. :)

Ok the movie sucks. Now we all know that, I can only say that its redeeming qualities are the peter as a grown up (Noah Huntley you da man!) for, oh, all of 2 seconds.

I give it 2 an' a half pjs on the all-star pj rating, the only rating system for your movie needs.

:D Fuckin' waste of my time.

Maybe Jac and SC will have a better review. Ich vermisse ihn.

Wine + Good Friends + Alot of moaning by me = GOOOOOOD PARTAY!

2005-12-17T18:12:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: I am officially 22 years old. This does not indicate that I am any wiser nor better in any way. Older, yes. Better for it, no. But hey, any reason to party, right? Thanks to mark and jaelle for inviting me and getting a cake and everything! :) *so touched*::

Right, so I went to a party yesternight @ Vinum (Raffles Link).
It was very nice, lovely festive atmosphere, full of people ready to get down and durrrty with dear friends like beer and wine.

I went with Jac and KC to the party but I had to leave early because I have a curfew (Which you think the bloody 'rents would let up, even on my birthday. If you cannot understand, refer to my post sometime back in August about bloody chinese 'rents).

Anyhow, I had a great time. Got a little bit drunk tho, and was pretty much smashed by the time I got home. I think I must've spent a good part of the evening whining to Jac and KC, which I thank them for their amazing tolerance and good humour.. haha! I know! I'm sad! Ich vermisse ihn.

But yeah, overall, it was a great evening.

Pictures as follows:-

Jac & KC (KC on left, Jac on right)

Lousy picture quality can be blamed on my shite phone camera for its amazing grittiness and bad lighting on Vinum's part. So NOT conducive to taking good pictures.

The 2 pictures of FLOWERS that were a lovely birthday present from Jac and KC.

Thank you very much! :) Haha! I looove flowers!

I took these pictures like, just this morning, while I can still remember what to blog about... Also, please note that the pictures have that filmy quality not on purpose - I left my camera in my room while I was sleeping and the airconditioning must've chilled the lens something fierce, because the condensation's pretty bad in some of the pictures. These 2 were the only ones that looked halfway passable. *grins*

I didn't take more pictures that night because of my crap phone camera's abilities to take amazingly shit pictures. I'd rather just not take any, than post a few grimy pictures up on my blog and tell everybody that the smudgy black blob in the right hand corner is me. Yeah, no, that's not me. I should've brought my camera. Shit. *mutters*

Ok, anyways, I'm hoping Mark will pass me the pictures from last night (He was smart, he got a decent camera that has a flash) and if I don't too crap in the pictures, I'll post them. :) This also translates that if I look fat or ugly in the pictures, I will most defo NOT post them. hehe.

Cheers, y'all. Have a lovely weekend. :)

And it all goes downhill from here...

2005-12-16T07:30:00.000-08:00

I turn 22 in approximately 0.5 hours.

But I haven't accomplished what I was going to do when I turned 21.

1.) Learn how to fucking drive.

Because I have procrastinated enough for our solar system and other galaxies too.

2.) Dance on a tabletop in the middle of happy hour in a busy hip club.

And I still do not understand the meaning of hip. And if dancing on a tabletop can be considered hip.

3.) Be smart and sophisticated and more importantly, the 'A-word'. (hint: Adult but not porno please don't think that way, I am still innocent and pure.)

I still feel like I am playing grown up. And still doing stupid things (e.g.: arguing with my colleagues at 8 am in the morning over whether penguins lay eggs or give birth to little penguin babies).

And childish things. (e.g.: annoying my parents. I still get a kick out of it.)

4.) Be halfway to being on Fortune 500.

The mama shop (corner-shop) on the corner of that-insignificant-street-that-is-too-pathetic-to-qualify-for-a-name owner's son's dog's brother's owner has already gone up to 1st place, drink his celebratory kopi (coffee), shower, coma, written his memoirs. While I languish somewhere in the depths of Fortune ZERO.

5.) Travel to far-off, distant exotic lands.

I think I went to Malaysia earlier this year.

And if you are thinking of Japan, please remember I have not crossed the equator yet.

Also, far-off, exotic places are places where you can't pronounce the names of the far-off, exotic places. E.g.: paris, which everyone must pronounce like (pear-reese). Actually, listening to how the ang mohs (people who live in exotic, far-off places) say it, it is something inherently more complex, you have to strangle your vocal cords to husk out 'par-reeeees'. And obviously, me being unable to perform Rs rolling, it will sound comepletely pathetic, like 'pear-reeeeeeeese'.

6.) Read complex novels by established writers and build on my cultural foundations.

Considering my cultural foundations are essentially Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew and the all popular SVU (Sweet Valley High), I really think my foundations are a little shaky.

Also, I have tried reading what'shisname ooh wait I know his name.. the fat old indian guy... yes! Salman Rushdie! well fuck me, but I have more interest in Salman Khan than Salman rush-bloody-die.

Sorry if I'm not intellectual enough - but I nearly died of boredom while reading his novel. No sex, no romance (even though the blurb proclaimed ' ...this is the story of a love that stretches across continents, across Vina and Ormus's whole lives, and even beyond death.') Does it not sound like it was going to be a fabulously romantic love story.... so I can dab my tears sorrowfully at verso, before shaking my head at the intricacies of life, marvelling at the sheer beauty of indian poetry by the master on words of love, Salman Rushdie?

Bloody hell. Bugger that.

7.) *bloody brain dead at this point*

Ok my brain is FRIED.

ooooh! I'm 22! ^&#$&^@!!!!! ( Just looked at my watch and it says 12 pm.)

Ok. going to crash now.

Take care, all you lovely people.

Tomorrow I celebrate. ;)

Major brainwave.

2005-12-10T00:02:00.000-08:00

::Disclaimer: I'm just weird. :) ::

Ok here goes. My attempt at blogging. I have no idea yet what I'ma going to blog about, but we'll figure it out eventually. *beams*

First off, like to say a completely heartfelt THANK YOU to my loyal friends + fellow blogders and readers (y'all know who you are)!

ok, now we've got the mushy things out of the way, I can start by saying that I hate feeling so bloody dismal and boring, and I'ma going to do something about it. I just don't know what yet, which is why I'm starting by blogging.

One of the very first reasons why I actually started to blog was because of my vanity - I kinda wanted to have some imprint of myself and my going-ons and thoughts and whatsit.
It progressed on to become a rant bin - very far from my original plans ( did you know I actually thought that I'd blog for like oh, maybe 5 years and when I'm a bit older, I'll publish my blog into a book. yeah - um. I did say I was vain. hehe. *sheepish grin*) .
Anyhow, blogging is acutally amazingly cathartic. And.... I have no idea what else to say about this.

Moving on.

I've decided to concentrate on the good things in life. So, I have compiled a short list of things in life worth living for.

If y'all agree / disagree - heads up and shout outs saying 'yay' or 'nay'.

1.) Steaming hot showers in the middle of winter after rowing practice -

This was back in the days when I was still in OZ and the sport I chose to take up was rowing. This reaaaaally looked damn good on paper (i.e.: the poster), and it stirred up images of tall, slim athletes in a furious sprint of man vs. water: the need for speed. And short, chubby me decided to make a go at it. And when rowing season started, nowhere in the fine print did it mention in any terms that rowing practices start at 4 bloody AM and all of you who knows me, also will know that I will only wake up at 4 am if there is a) a fire, or b) a plane to catch. And even then I'll prolly be like, screw the fire and the plane anyways and continue sleeping. :) And I have completely went over the point - the point is that winter time in the wilderness (river) = temperatures of like 1 to 3 degrees celcius and you're standing in the middle of fucking cold water wearing a skimpy bathing suit and nothing else for the next 3 and a 1/2 hours. So obviously you will be so cold when you are next in contact with humanity and steaming hot showers are the only salvation to reverse the cryogenics. But now you see the importance of hot water. :D

2.) Ice cream.

Kindly refer to my ice cream post. You will realise my passion for the forbidden (because I am fucking fat already and do not need the extra help to my waistline) uhh... stuff. Anyhow, it's the whole act of eating ice cream. Getting messy, sticky, and doing it all with a huge grin on your face. Comfort in every mouthful. *droool* Oh I don't need to elaborate - i'm sure y'all know what I mean, right? :D

3.) The luxury of sleeping in on a rainy morning.

Grey skies + drip-drip-drip of the rain + cold aircon gently blowing while I snuggle in my warm and cosy bed, with my doona draped around me tucked in around the corners and a protective edge covering my face to block out the cold force of the airconditioning. + my obssessive need for more than 3 pillows and bolsters to really surround my in a nest of soft warm cushioning.

LALALA. I LOVE SLEEPING IN ON RAINY DAYS!

4.) Good Food + Good Book + 4 hours to waste on lunch on a lazy weekend.

No words needed. I consider bliss to be able to eat my favourite food and a new book and to take as long as I want.

5.) Good friends. *cue sad violin music and collective sighs of 'awwww...'*

but really. sitting in front of the telly with friends, bitching and laughing.

I'm blessed. :)

Sad Excuses

2005-12-04T06:27:00.000-08:00

I know I haven't blogged in yonks.

Life's finally, caught up with me.

Immediately after coming back from Japan, I started in my new job.

And it's been hectic, no doubt. Proving my worth, that he didn't make a mistake in hiring me, and that I really am a good and hard worker.

But that's no excuse for my leave of absence. For such a long time - a month?

I don't know why, but I'm in a philosophical mood these days. I simply wax mundane shit on how my life is so sad.

Life really sucks... I don't know why or how I got so tired these days.

Simply Jaded.

It's not the work. I just have no idea how I've lost my enthusiasm for living.

I mean, I go through the motions. I do my work, go out with friends, have loud raucous family dinners.

And I still feel sad. Bored. Like my life is so empty and meaningless.

I have no idea why.

I'm still uploading the Japan pics, but everytime I sit down to write my post, I lose my focus and I get real bored... Since when did blogging become a chore? *puzzled look*

I'll be back to blog soon. Let me get my spark back.

Anybody going to throw any parties? *hehe*

Sorry y'all.

Hold up, hold up.

2005-11-09T04:36:00.000-08:00

Hey Y'all.

Yeah Am back in Singapore now, but I need a lil' bit of time to upload my photos.

I haven't unpacked yet. :D

I will tho. Give me some time to get my shit together.

You don't want a post without some pictures in it, right?

Promise to gets my japan post up soon.

Till then, arrivaderci little lychee. (yes. i suck.)

Leaving on a jet plane...

2005-10-26T06:17:00.000-07:00

Y'all. I'm going on Holiday. This means that I am not going to be bloggin from Friday, 28th October (Ok, I might drop a line) to 7th October (that's a monday).

I'm going to Japan, where every male is a metrosexual , a homosexual, or just plain sexual.

I don't think I'll go clubbing because I'm going with the folks, so no O-Genki for me.
Also, I'm rather poor atm (bastard ebay always takes my cash because I just never ever feel USD as different from SGD, even though I do my 1.7 ), so I'll prolly not buy heaps, but we'll see. If I can manage to get a decent advance/bonus, I'll definitely try to spend a little more.

I'm hoping to buy a whole heap of clothing, SHOES (Adidas Superstar 35th anniversary expression Lee quinones! I'm Coming!), BAGS (bring it on baby!), and electronics (the latest gadgets, etc. I mean, the Aichi expo just ended a coupla months ago, so perhaps there's still hope for a few toys. ;) ya heard?).

Apart from the excellent shopping, I have a craving for ramen that cannot be satisfied with the substandard shite served here (no, you cannot get decent ramen here), and the best part is the sashimi *groans in anticipation* my god, the fish actually tastes alive. You can taste the sea, the fish has got bite and bounce.. not like it's been pounded to death with a few sledgehammers.
I just loooove japanese food.

Anyhow. Will take lots of pictures and update when I can.

Take care y'all. Don't miss me too much.

Nothing to blog about. (The most boring post ever a.k.a good shit)

2005-10-25T06:34:00.000-07:00

::Disclaimer: I have nothing to disclaim, but I just want one for the heck of it.::

I have nothing to blog about. Not one single interesting thing happens to me. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just really a rather boring person with a boring as shit life.
Really, I go to work, I work, and then I come home, and blog about shit that happens to me.

But Shit did not happen to me today.

Yeah you know what I'm getting at. I only have shit days and good days. Basically, today was a shit good day.
There was some good shit happening today.

I went to work in the morning, got pissed off at a friend in the morning (shit happened), settled down some in the afternoon, bored out of my brains a few hours later, and scamped off work 1 full hour before it actually ended (I think I must've looked pretty doleful/pathetic). Following that, a good 20 minutes surfing google earth (thanks to mel - fascinating it is) and then went shopping with the 'rent + annoying flypestbro.
Had a decent cup of tea in M&S while the 'rent went off to buy Pjs, and after a quick runaround the shops, came home.

All in all, a fairly good day. I'm not pissed at my friend anymore (can't remember if it was my fault or not, so if I should be pissed or not is purely academic.) and I feel much better after shopping. My theory is if you look good, you feel good.

Good shit happens in 2 days. Until then, I be the most boring person alive.

Sorry about this filler post, y'all. I needs inspiration. Throw me a few topics.

And the lurkers/visitors... I know you exist and please spare the leetle bit of time to comment. It's polite, at least. Pretty please?

Mariah Carey is da bomb.

2005-10-23T05:15:00.000-07:00

My favourite song of all time.

And Mariah Carey does it best. If I could find the clip from 'Love Actually', I'd post that one because it's cute.

But this is pretty much a classic. At least, to me.

I love this song.

Enjoy, y'all.

Heaven in small bites.

2005-10-19T01:26:00.000-07:00

::Disclaimer: Post all about ice cream. Like it or lump it. ::

I know it's pretty weird to be bloggin about ice cream.

But ice cream is globally renowned as comfort food. And besides, everyone likes ice cream (only weirdos hate ice cream and i don't care if you think otherwise).
So. To start with.
There are many types of ice cream in the world.
As a connoiseur of ice cream, I think I can vouch for my own impeccable taste (I did say I have a massive ego).
And here are the few that I would actually recommend.

Anyhows, the top 3 (yes, i'ma lazy bastard. I know.) favourite ice creams of mine.

1.) Ben & Jerry's chocolate brownie ice cream:
Match smooth, rich, creamy chocolate and heavenly chewy brownies. *Drooling just by typing this. The brownies are soft, chewy and oh-so-chocolatey. Best choice. Can't go wrong for chocoholics. (* actually, most of b& j's ice cream is good. cookie dough, strawberry cheesecake, ohhh.... *in heaven*) For Expert Analysis, refer below.
(*Note: Haagen Dazs uses more dark chocolate, resulting in a slightly more bitter and powdery aftertaste and is not as creamy as ben & jerry's. Which you might as well go for a tartufo gelato. Less fat, and more chocolate bang for your buck. Try Estivo's dark chocolate, or Movenpick's chocolate ice cream.)

2.) Orchard hotel home made ice-cream:
The strawberry ice cream is a MUST TRY. They make all their ice cream theirselves, and this is one strawberry ice cream that actually tastes slightly sorbet/ice cream-ish. It's like a gelato but with more oomph. When the ice cream touches your tongue, the first sensation is the sharp tang of a sorbet, coupled with the scent of strawberries, followed by the creamy sweetness of an ice cream, with an aftertaste of ripe strawberries. Yet it still remains light, like a gelato. I can't describe how fantastic this ice cream is, but it is prolly one of the BEST strawberry ice creams around.

3.) Simmo's ice cream in Margeret River, Western Australia:
Simmo's is a famous ice creamery in WA. You can either choose to travel all the way down Albany highway to Margeret River (might as well visit Berry farm @ the same time), or travel up to Fremantle and have lovely Ciserello's fish and chips while you're there.
Anyways, the best part about Simmo's is that they have an amazing range of flavours, with the dodgiest names. Forex, 'squashed frog' is peppermint and chocolate chip ice cream. Also, their ice cream is really colourful and jam-packed FULL of flavour. It's a lovely treat for a stroll down the shops on a warm afternoon. Actually, on further reflection, it's pretty damn good no matter when, where or how.
Absolutely brilliant.

So. My favourite ice creams in the world. When I see more of the world, I might add some, but these are pretty much the top of the heap on my current list.

Note: I don't discriminate between ice creams, whether its the dollar type sold by the street hawkers around Orchard, or the expensive type sold in posh restaurants. Its allllllll good. Oh - except for that sad excuse of ice cream that tasted like baby powder in boarding school. *shudder*

*if you've any ice creams that are halfway decent, hit the shout outs and drop a comment. I'd loooove to know of any better ones out there. No matter where. Even if it's in timbuktu. Good ice creams are hard to come by. :)

I am an evil bitch.

2005-10-15T02:55:00.000-07:00

::Disclaimer: because I like disclaimers.::

I've realized that all I've been blogging about is shit that happens to me, so i've decided to dedicate one whole post ENTIRELY to myself, purely because i am a selfish biatch and this is my blog. Also because my actions are understood by few, so I should prolly explain a little about me.

We begin.

I'm 22 this year, female. If you haven't grasped that I am a chick yet, you're quite stupid then. Anyways, besides my shiteass job that I gripe about every chance I get, I'm also bloggin about stuff that happens to me that I may or may not like, and I try to be as humorous as possible, because I like long sentences and I don't think we should take things seriously.

Besides the obvious above mentioned, I'm also using my blog as a rant bin, dumping all the shite that I dislike or that I just need to get off my chest. I swear frequently, so all my rants may be littered with french/spanish, but my blog, my rules. like it or lump it. That's my motto, anyways.

I'm a closed person, very private. I'm extremely civil, and I treat everyone with a certain extreme degree of courtesy (because I'm ridiculously polite - no joke), so I tend to be very distant to people who may want to get to know me better. It's just the way I am, I treat people close to me really crap and complete strangers well. Which, again, is a bad trait of mine that I have no idea how to get around it.
I find it difficult to emote, so I close up pretty bad (again, blog is cathartic) sometimes. I joke about things I cannot say, or choose to poke fun at. That's my attempt at escapism, I recognize that, but I will not change.
I'm stubborn that way.
I despise people who tell me what I can or cannot do. I'm anal and pedantic enough to prove anybody wrong. Or debate until I cry. I'm that bad.
I try to treat everybody how I want to be treated, with courtesy and I expect others to show me the same regard. When it doesn't happen I will tend to indulge in a spite of bitchiness and open hate until things may or may not be resolved.
I can be a total bitch if provoked, and I have a sharp tongue (not afraid to use it)... Basically, I'm not all angel (though I'd like to be).

I have a bigass ego. I always think I'm right, and I will fight to the death to protect that.
I like to argue - because I like the look of defeat on people's faces when they admit that I am right. Of course, I've had my fair share of saying that I'm wrong too (don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed to admit when I'm wrong), but I simply enjoy being right.
I'm brutally honest and direct. If you want someone to tell you when you have spinach stuck in your teeth or when you feel you're being ostracized and why, I'd be the right person to go to.
I don't mince words. I tell it like it is, or how I think it is, and I won't pretty up my speech while I'm going with my criticism. Wish I could be more diplomatic, but hey. an apple is an apple.

I know this post sucks, really, as an addition to my blog bin, but I felt some explanation was in order. Those who know me, y'all understand already, so if you've anything good to say about me, feel free (i'm also a compliment whore). Those who don't but have something good to say, be brave and say so ( pretty please). Those who think I'm some shiteass biatch, or can only have bad things to say about me, well u know, can't win 'em all (better not post a comment).

(comments please. I'm a needy comment whore.)

bored blogger.

2005-10-10T01:33:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: I'm bored. woot. ::

Which is why, helpful person that I am (Silly too), I have kindly created a list of activities we can all do (and it won't cost you anything - ok well it won't cost an arm or a leg) while you're twiddling your thumbs at home. ( if you're interested and would give it a go, well please let me know how it went.)

Here we go.

1.) Got Milk? Got Soap? Got moisturizer? Make your own spa.
I've been known to put every kind of body soap I have (yes, ALL + soap bars that I've rubbed furiously to create nice bubbles) + milk ( Full cream is best) + moisturizer (Please don't use facial moisturizer unless it's the kind you bought ages ago but never used / got for xmas and completely hated. Use Body moisturizer).
Fill it up, lie down and soooooak it all up.
(Note: Use Hot - Warm water for best results. Remember to finish off with a COLD (yes, cold. Ice cold if you can.) shower. Your body will thank you for it.)

2.) Watch Telly, but instead of mindlessly zombie-ing through a flicker of channels doing that 'watched that. hate that. crap. crap. hate that." thing, flick to the most disgusting channel you can find and make stupid comments (yes, talking to yourself does not classify as a mental problem). Obviously, you can only do this for a fairly short time until you get annoyed, but its fairly fun while it lasts.

Alternatively, you can always watch national geographic and watch animals rutting. It's like porn in the wild. (yeah no, that was a joke. Please don't try that. But if you do, DON'T let me know.)

3.) Have a nap. As in, create your own "nest"/ "fort" of blankets and pillows, curl up, take silly pictures of yourself lying in your "nest" / "fort" and then have a snooze for a bit.

4.) Cook. And I don't mean your tried and tested sure won't fail recipe that everyone's eaten to their funeral, but a new recipe. Work with whatchu got. Whatever you've got in your fridge, pathetic though it may be, make up something nice. Or you can borrow my cooking phrase/saying/thesis:- "cook shit, eat shit".

5.) Surf the net looking for strangeass games. I don't know how many of youse have played ganguro girl (thanks candy!), but tell me how soon you hit first base/homerun/got lucky. Try www.ebaumsworld.com for some kickass games.

6.) if ya have a garden, make a flower arrangement. you'd be surprised what you can get.

7.) Switch on your favourite tunes LOUD and have a blast dancing and singing. No one is going to know even if they hear you, and you can even brush up on your karaoke skills at the same time.
(* my favourite - i do it even when i'm not bored.)

8.) Take a walk around your neighbourhood. But don't walk your usual way/route, take a detour. You'd be surprised how much has changed. (or maybe that's just me - my neighbourhood was in renovation b4 i went off to perf and now that i'm back, all the houses have developed into swanky, modern homes. shocking.)

9.) Do a mask - cucumber, honey, aloe vera, whatever. oats + honey and milk make a good moisturizing scrub. (please note that you first wash your face with WARM water, then pile on the mask THICK, and then wash off with warm water after however long you like, and then finish off with a COLD water splash. don't moisturize after- you don't need it. your skin will be baby smooth and soft. really.)

10.) ** BEST OPTION **
Make a list of things you want to do, stuff you want to buy, places you've always dreamed of going to, etc. Whatever you want, really.
One day, I will publish my list of wants into a "GOLD LIST BOOK".
Oh, and kindly make sure they are as MATERIAL as possible (i.e.: tangibles >unless it's a boyfriend, you get 3 points for that one), and as golddigger type as possible. That makes it more fun. I mean, its no fun if you're doing the whole "i want to be happy" thing. cmon. be as materialistic as possible.

I'll start off with an example:-

1.) I want a car. (Note: kindly don't stop there, elaborate and be as fancy as you possibly can -this is fantasy, remember)
Brand: Bugatti (maybe i'll buy the company and call it peejay.)
Model: Veyron (obviously only out in 2006, but nvm this is fantasy, and hopefully reality when bugattis fall out of fashion and become cheapcheap, like giordano which used to be cool and abit expensive but now has become fodder for the penny-pinching).
Colour: Platinum. Because I want a platinum plated car. (I actually think platinum is very cool, like chrome, but not so obiang/tasteless.)
My car can be one big mirror, so i can be oh-so-cool and apply lip gloss while staring at my car. Stylin'.
Extras: Automatic and power EVERYTHING. I won't hire an ahmad/driver because I can afford crashes if I *most likely* will have crashes. I must have GOLD RIMS. (ok, not gold plated (too cheapcheap), but GOLD as in 18K gold, yeah?) I want ONE BIGASS diamond (note: rose diamonds, the debeers type, not the shite you can buy in poh heng, ok) gear shift, I want an emerald encrusted timepiece (like franck mueller) on my dashboard. I want to have mink seats, so my ass can be carressed by dead baby animals, I want to have my very own specialized perfume always wafting through the car so it will always smell like orchids.

Ok i'll stop there because it's getting too flamboyant *cough* royal! *cough* ... but you get the idea. Let me know your ideas! I welcome all comments! PLEASE!!! #%$&^# gimme comments!

::Note: I've just read through my post and i've realised that the title of my music video (i.e.: aerosmith's CRAZY) is very apt for all the crap i just wrote.::

Classic is best.

2005-10-06T01:14:00.000-07:00

Move over, Jason mraz.

Best vid. of all time.

This is prolly Alicia Silverstone in her prime.

Y'all enjoy now.

I'm a mad, bad woman to know.

2005-10-02T18:52:00.000-07:00

My bad.

My previous post , I will admit may make me sound like I have violent tendencies. Perhaps even sound like I'm Schizophrenic.

Maybe.

But the truth of the matter is that I simply have an awful awful temper with a very short fuse.
And that's bad - I know it. I used to be terrible when I was younger. So much so that I got into fights very regularly (my 'rents still don't know I used to fight heaps back then).

I remember an incident where I really lost my temper. I think I terrified myself.

I was 15 going on 16. I had a falling out with a friend, M over something completely trivial. I told myself not to get angry, so I held back and tried to calm myself down. All day long, she was silent and ignored me.
Apparently it was my fault, but she wouldn't tell me what I did or said that made her so upset.
She pulled another friend, C. over to her group, when C. must've heard what I'd done, because C. proceeded to give me the evil eye everytime I walked past, or when I wanted to speak with them.
This carried on from 7 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon. I couldn't take it any longer. I'd been simmering from the morning till the afternoon and I'd worked myself up into a fine lather.

C. had to get past my chair in order to get to her table in the classroom. I purposely stuck out my chair at an angle because I knew she'd have to move it to get to her place. (yeah, can you tell I was pretty anal as a teen. SHOW DOWN!) I think I must've been really geared up for a show down (hoe down-haha) because my blood was, literally boiling. I was soooo ready to explode.

And explode I did. When she swiped my chair back to my table, I saw red. (I KNOW what that means now, I DID see red. I swear, there was a red haze over me. I can't explain it, but it's like you CANNOT control yourself, like you're being possessed by your anger, and like you're nothing better than an animal. NO CONTROL.)

I swept my hand with tremendous force against my chair in the direction facing her (yeah I know I'm bad. *hangs head*) and the chair flew like 4 feet to her.
C. lifted up her hand to deflect the blow, and I might add that it was a lucky thing, because she apparently had some kind of injury ( I think she fractured her hand. I think.) afterwards.

I'm really sorry for what I did, and I freaked out afterwards for a looong loooong time. I'm still sorry that I lost my temper so badly, that my wrath could actually physically injure another person.

But I have tried to keep a firm rein on my temper since then. I think I've become a bit of a pushover, but I still do possess that temper. I'm not sure now what's great, because I'm terrified of losing my temper that badly again. I can't afford to lose it - this time I'd be headed for the asylum instead of detention.

I haven't seen C. in a while. After that year, I moved to OZ, and I never saw her again.

But if I do, I will be sure to apologize and buy her coffee.

I am so fucking pissed!!!

2005-10-01T22:18:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: I am angry. I will say fuck very many times. You're warned. I may not make any sense. I don't make sense when I'm angry - who does?
Read on if you want, but like it or lump it.::

I'm SO FUCKING pissed.

I feel like screaming "FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" and doing a series of aggressive gymnastics.

Why, just WHY do I always get fucked? (i.e.: fly aeroplane / 'tua' / let down)

It is not my FUCKING FAULT that I take my brothers out for lunch on Sundays because my parents are too FUCKING busy to.

It is not my FUCKING FAULT that my brother went out to his friend's house without telling me and therefore screwing up ALL plans for lunch (because we send him to tuition class at the same time).

It is definitely NOT my FUCKING FAULT that my mum wants to screw us out of lunch by getting angry at ME and telling me to leave her alone when I have invited her to lunch because "H cannot make it lah".

I hate this, I really do.

I plan for things ahead of time so that screw ups like this don't happen. I have already planned where and what to eat, and all the logistics ahead of time.

Fine so things got screwed. I am cool with that.

But don't FUCKING lose your temper with me when I'm the one who's FUCKING doing you SHITE 'rents a favour.

Bloody ASSHOLES! This is looking like a pissy day for me.

I don't like people who screw up my timing or my plans.

I hate people that won't call me first to let me know. It's common courtesy. It's FECKING politeness.

I hate it that my plans have gone to ruin over something as trivial as this and I KNOW that its trivial and I hate that I get so angry over it.

I hate being wronged when i'm doing favours and all i get in return is GODDAMN ABUSE.

What do I look like, do I have fucking NAIVETE stamped on my forehead?

Do I look like someone you can piss on and then trample all over while you walk away?

FUCK NO.

I'm not standing this shit any longer. FUCK courtesy and politeness to people who don't deserve it.

I should go back to perth, where society strictures are something I can understand and deal with. But basic courtesies, MANNERS are something that seem to be so lacking in Singaporean culture and I don't understand by people are SO DAMN brash these days.

I like to think that I have good manners and am a courteous, even polite person. I'd like to think that I have a healthy respect for others and I treat others how I like to be treated, even though I am distant (that's just how I am).

Is it so wrong to expect the same things out of others?

I'm Singaporean, but it's a damn SHAME to me that others can't possess simple civilities.

get some FUCKING MANNERS before you talk to me again bitch.

Sick @ home.

2005-09-29T18:59:00.000-07:00

I'm sick. Again. I have no idea what's wrong with me - I've taken so much sick leave these last few months because I keep on falling sick.

Now, I'm not the neurotic type where every illness means death, but I do like to know if I'm not feeling up to par - exactly what the hell is going on. And apparently it's a stomach bug. In gory detail, I've caught a viral infection that's gone straight to my intestines and tum. And it's making me have a crappy appetite and keep feeling like I want to throw up. And I have. I'm feeling really shit and very sorry for myself now. (won't explain more - I find stomach infections a turn off. Doncha?)

I know it's self-indulgent, but I'm sick, dammit. I want sympathy and luuuuurve and alot of TLC. I may not be making any sense now - put it down to the medicine's effects.
*I ain't well.*

I have to call my doc on Saturday if I don't get better. He's already given me his strongest medicine - woozy stuff, that. And I don't think it's working - I think its making me feel worse. In my intellectual medical terms, I have crazed butterflies in my tum circling at warp speed. And I won't feel better until those bloody butterflies DIE.

Also, I'm really sorry (read that as total regret) about my last post, which was rather yeeuck about the crappy adopted pet pig. I'll admit that 'baby' is a shite name for a pig. But I really thought he/she/it could be Babe's blue brother. Though after further reflection, he does look grey. And he is about the most FUCKING ANNOYING thing. You can only spray water and feed apples - that's all. Rinse and repeat. ok add FUCKING BORING as well. (Apologies for the swearing - I'm supposed to cut down but it's so haaard.) But I'm getting a kick out of dangling apples in front of 'Baby'. haha. I know it's childish and stupid, but it's the only 'fun' thing to do when you click 'play with me'. It's morbidly satisfying watching the damn thing walk around after the apple and that 'you can't have it bitch!' feeling.

ok. I'm BOOOOOOORED. staying home sick is about the un-funnest thing. I was overjoyed at first - woot! holiday! - but now i'm more like 'shit i look like fuck and I feel baaaad'.

me sick. :(

Baby.

2005-09-27T19:40:00.000-07:00

my new adopted baby.

Oh FUCK.

2005-09-26T18:24:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: This post is really more of a whiny rant rather than one of my oh-so-humorous efforts (yeah right). You're warned.::

*feeling sorry for myself -gimme some sympathy/empathy/luuurve.*
I've busted my bloody ankle AGAIN. Atm, I'm still considering whether I should make the effort to carry my sorry ass to the physiotherapist so he can do that wonderful UV machine thing and make bruises appear in 20 minutes. Obviously, I am a PRO at ankle injuries. I know everything and anything to do with my condition - I can even treat myself. Ok that's bragging, but there is a grain of truth in there -I do HAVE the experience. I know how to tape up my ankle myself (yeah the figure 8s, 6s, blah blah).

*In case you're thinking that I'm really quite the victim, I'd have to admit that this was really my own making.*
I had the foundation already for having walking issues. Apparently, my feet are pronatic - some kind of high arch thing about my foot soles, and my knees bend outwards, so basically my legs are just really shit, and without proper care (uh huh), eventually would have developed some kind of problems sooner or later.

See, I blew my ankle when I was uhh.. 14. That's about almost 8 years now. But I didn't realize that it was really serious till I started getting regular fall-downs. And then by the time I went to go see a decent physio, I'd already been informed that I'd torn or almost torn a ligament. But I was 16, young and free and hell determined to have my way. After all, I was only 16. I was supposed to be in the peak of health and so I never gave it a second thought but went on doing whatever I wanted, and therefore SCREW the bloody exercises.

Only.. now instead of 1 torn ligament, it's 2 DEFINITE torn ligaments and some serious balance issues. I can't wear heels, have to concentrate when I walk and I'm definitely sucker pissed at that. And the exercises. Oh god, the exercises. I hate 'em. Stretch that shit. Balance on one leg. I can't even fucking stand still without losing my balance and I'm really sorry now that I ignored the physio's well meaning advice. Even now, my current physio prolly thinks i'm some kind of sad case that only pops up when she's busted her ankle, which is fairly often. On average, I reckon I see him a couple of times every quarter. Maybe more often. He must be thinking I'm such an idiotbitch that can't be bothered to do her exercises.

**more whining**
Fuck, I have arthritis. And osteoporosis headed my way coming soon. I'm only 22 fucking years old, I cannot be this pathetic. But I have no idea what to do about this. I'd like to be able to wear heels, apart from the aesthetic reasons, it's got a heck lot more to do with the fact that (oh this pains me to admit) I'm under 5 foot. damn I can't believe I just said that.
I neeeeeeed to wear heels. hot people wear heels. Fucking ugly fat 40-year old spinsters wear flats. I.e.: me. but I'm not 40. I could really do without all this shite. Really, I've enough of it to deal with as it is.

**you're sick of me, aren't you.**
Should I go see the physio? Or does anybody have any kind of alternative medicine I can try? I've tried homeopathy, which is a crock of shite. And my physio won't let me go for an operation, which sucks. Bastard.
Oh and none of that sinseh crap - been there, done that, yeah? And I despise the type that has to fucking wrench your foot out of its socket because it's apparently misplaced. Fuck that shit.
:: Note: My swearing has increased tenfold because I'm so fed up of my stupid ankle. ::
And I can't bloody throw it away - damn that's some idea.

***finally.***
ok fine whatever, I GIVE UP. I hate my ankle, I'm never going to be rid of it, Can't bloody live with it, but it's the only left one I've got.
But I still cannot be buggered to do the exercises. *grin*

Take a closer look.

2005-09-20T22:10:00.000-07:00

Well. I redecorated. All that black was getting very depressing.
And I like the newer fresher look. It's Mclaren colours.

Go me.

My dog.

2005-09-19T19:44:00.000-07:00

Exhibit A: Bernese @ 3 Months

I said I was going to blog about my dog.
He's muuuch more interesting than I am. He also does way stupider things.

I must remember to put some decent pictures of him up soon.
Anyways, he's a Bernese Mountain Dog, and he's named Bernese.
I know. totally Original, innit? But I had no part in the matter because at that time, I was in OZ and my 'rents, yeah actually, my dad named him. So my dog's name makes him sound like a poofter dog. Hey. It could be worse. They could've named him Precious. Or Feifei or Lucky or any of those really awful dog names.

We got him when he was 3 months old (Refer to Exhibit A above), and he's really become a part of the family. Probably because during his puppy stage, he did perform a fair amount of mischief.

He would bite and rip apart all our shoes, especially targeting my mum's most expensive leather heels, especially the hell-expensive-unknown-italian-brand type. And she was not happy about it.

I remember I came back once from OZ with my new shoes that i got on sale (but still too much for my abject poverty-stricken college allowance) and they were the last pair in the whole of OZ and they were my size. You know the kind of shoes that you spent the last 3 months staring longingly into the shop window and desperately hoping they'd go on sale?
Well after my 3 rd day back in Singapore, I found my new shoes torn into shreds.
Literally, shreds. Obviously I was furious and smacked the shit out of him.

Before any concerned dog lovers start protesting and ranting about dog rights and family violence, kindly remember that we have tried every dog teething apparatus known to man.

Yes, we know.
The hard leather type of toy that you can buy at every shop where the bone is formed out of 2 knots on either side of its length? Tried that. He broke the bloody thing on his first bite when he was 5 months old. And we had bought the biggest size (we'd thought it'd last longer).

But he was a lot of trouble when he was younger. We must've lost like almost 60 pairs of shoes.

Anyways, he's 3 years old now, and he's grown an awful lot. I reckon he's about the size of a miniature shetland pony fully grown. Or maybe a teeny bit smaller.

Still, his size does scare a lot of people, and we've had plenty of visitors to my home turn tail and run from the sight of him because he looks like he could eat them with one gulp.

Far from the truth.
The truth is, my dog's useless at these things.
See, in my family, a dog's job is to protect us. And in return, we give him his meals and shelter and whatsit.
In reality, which is very far from our definition of house dog/pet, we protect him.

This is because he is literally afraid of everything. And I really do mean everything.

Forex, Most dogs abhor birds. Doesn't matter what type, size or shape. the dog that I had before Bernese came along (another story, another time) was the fiercest dog ever, and he was a BIRDKILLER - as in he actually killed birds.
But the point is that Bernese will actually go as far as to share his food with the birds. As in, he's eating, and the birds perch on his cage and start chirping and he'd voluntarily move aside for the birds to eat. And he'll only continue eating if they fly away.

Another instance. I can still hardly believe this one.
My dog is afraid of.. (wait for it).. worms. Yeah, you heard me. worms.
He was plodding along and he saw the worm on the ground. He went up close and when the worm moved away, he flinched (like the worm physically hit him with a sledgehammer) and his tail went straight between his legs while he made his escape.
Idiot.

Also, we had received a complaint from one of our neighbours who apparently has like, 9 dogs in her backyard. According to her claim, my dog runs over and fights with her like, 9 dogs.
I'm sorry if I'm indignant or maybe biased, but that's like the most unfair fight ever.
In the first place, she has freaking NINE dogs, and a metal gate (i.e.: barrier) between her nine dogs and my wuss friend Bernese.
I also cannot believe that my dog would voluntarily get into a fight because he has virtually no masculinity or any sign of aggression in him. He's a wimp , fer chrissakes. (For my Singaporean friends/ readers: we call him "hum ji" in my family. It means 'coward'. so apt.)

Also, in terms of agression, his bravado only emerges when he sees people walking past my house, or other dogs walking past my house. And then he tries to act the hero, hustling manfully (or dogfully) to the front gate, letting loose a volley of barks intended to place terror in the passerby's soul.
2 scenarios may happen, depending on the passerby's reaction:
1.) Another loser dog. He'll then bark even louder just to show off that he's got what it takes to be a guard dog. This doesn't happen very often.
2.) Aggressive dog. If the passerby-dog barks back, or bares his/her teeth, the fight is gone and Bernese will cower and slink back to the depths of the backyard, the only territory that he can stake out but which he shares with the birds in reality.
3.) The passerby is human and looks and stares at my dog. Regardless of whether the passerby looks on in fear or in friendliness or in curiosity, his immediate reaction is to launch himself at the gate, wagging his tail nonstop, in desperate search of love, affection or food. Obviously the food is his main priority.

Therefore, my family and I have come to the conclusion that our dog is pretty much useless as a guard dog.

But he's great to laugh at.

20 things that make me smile.

2005-09-14T23:02:00.000-07:00

20 (Mostly stupid) things that makes me smile:

*Note: Entries not in order. *

Whenever I manage to catch something. Like, anything. Forex, when my brother chucks me my share of yakult out of the pack. Oooh I like that. I have slippy hands.
When my " deleted items" folder shows a total collection of 69 unread items.
When some freak accident (e.g. earthquake tremors not even worthy to be read on the richter scale ) occurs in Singapore, and newspapers reveal "true life accounts" of stupid-arse people saying how "I felt my life was in danger" or "I rushed out of the shower while bathing because I thought the building was going to collapse".
When my mom buys goodies back, like barbecued pork (bak kua) and Langues de Chat - hoo baby.
Whenever Kimi wins.
Whenever a song I like comes on the radio and I'm bopping along.
Whenever I see a heneiken ad. I reeally like their ads. And that Stella Artois ad. I love the shifty look in the son's eyes and that furtive gestures implicating the pastor.
Whenever footy players grab each other's crotches while jumping in mid air to catch the rugby ball. (go all blacks!)
Whenever I see some chinese restaurant / name with sexual connotations. (I.e.: "fuk mee", "fook", "Seck's") Yes, I am that sad.
Whenever people who are driving me (taxi drivers, mom, friends) swearing while trying risky manouevers. (*basket! 700! try to cut me you #%@! piece of s**t go and fly kite buay hiao huah qia - siam lah!) and for the english speaking (shit-you-you-bloody-assO-muthaf***ingcocksucka-etc.) hehe. funny.
Seeing ugly people get married to each other. In the most tasteless wedding gear ever imagined possible.
Watching people run for the bus. *Run! Forrest! Run!* Now that's just funny when it's not happening to me. I swear those bus drivers do it on purpose.
When babies fall down and cry. Its that look of outrage that the floor tripped them up that flashes on their faces before the hurt sets in and they screw up their faes to cry. Priceless.
When I'm getting reprimanded for a wrong I committed and I think up a brilliantly childish and insanely stupid retort that I can't use.
Whenever I try to speak chinese or hokkien dialect. I'm a banana - I have no chinese roots left. And during CNY when relatives try to talk to me in their respective languages -shitfuck i sound awful.
Whenever my stupid dog (I must blog about my dog one day. he's so stupid) comes begging for attention or food. He looks so desperate.
Whenever I watch Lethal Weapon 4 and uncle benny says that immortal line "Flied lice, you plick." Cracks me up, ole' uncle benny.
Watching old "hero" movies. Forex, Steven Seagal movies where he can always karate chop the evil dude who always seems to be bald (my suspicion is that it's to highlight the fact that Segal's got a head of hair on, despite the fact that it's thinning heavily.) And of course, don't forget Segal's voice (According to a friend, it's a "fag-voice"). I just think he sounds like Michael Jackson. "i love you all "
Saying certain words. Forex, "MOJO JOJO!" it's the kind of word that demands passion and anger in your tone. And "Fuchsia". I know how its pronounced. But I can't help the inane urge to say "fuck-sia". Perhaps that's just me. Oh, and how people living in Singapore / Malaysia insist on pronouncing bananas as "bah-nah-nas". hurhurhur.
When I find something funny.

oh bloody hell i've lost my post.

2005-08-30T02:01:00.000-07:00

I wrote like a billion words. now I can't be bothered to type out my entire pet history. This is going to have to wait till another time.

BUGGER!

bugger.

2005-08-24T18:28:00.000-07:00

I'm getting bored with my blog.

See, I haven't had much to post about recently, purely because I've been taking a bit of a break from everything. I think that being in perth for so long has seriously dulled my sense quite a fair bit 'cause I'm seriously out of it. Like, ALL the bloody time.

I think everyone must think I'm stoned 'cause my reaction speed could equal a slug.
::why not a snail? because slugs are faster than snails> no heavy baggage: and I don't think I've really lost all my marbles yet.::
"Wha'??" and "Ehh?" is pretty much my basic vocabulary. Yeah. I'm exaggerrating, I do say "huh?" from time to time too.
So, I've decided to take a break, and relax a bit, and gradually ease into my new life. See how I fit in. And so far, it hasn't happened. But not to worry, it probably will. I mean, I have to get used to it - it's not a friggin' choice to make. So if anybody could throw a few pointers in about getting used to a faster paced life after a couple of years in a much slower-paced country, do let me know. I could really use some advice now that my quality of life has gone down.

I took up a new hobby> i.e.: flower arrangement because my mom has gone off on this "flower arranging is cool" tangent.
Actually, it's pretty damn cool 'cause the whole house is filled with flower arrangements and she's not bad at it. I feel like I'm living in a hotel.

So, spurred on by her creative efforts one day, I decided to give it a go. I mean, why not. Even if it sucks, I'll just hide it in a corner of my room and no one will ever know that I've made such a pathetic attempt.
But I was really surprised. It didn't turn out too badly, in fact, it was pretty damned good, if i may say so myself. (I should've taken a picture of it then, but I didn't expect to be blogging about it, so I'll keep it in mind for my next arrangement.)
Even though my chief goal was to make an artsy, aesthetically pleasing arrangement, and the bloody thing died within like 3 days, I'm still fairly proud of it's short-lived glory.

Bring on flower arrangement numero duo.
This time, instead of a flat style pot, I got this really nice crystal vase, and shaped my sponge and everything. This time, my chief goal was to make the damned thing last longer than just 3-4 days. Unfortunately, it looks awful. Just looking at it makes me cringe in shame. So even though I said I would take a picture of the next arrangement, i.e.: this fugly piece of shite, I'm too embarrassed to. If i do a really great piece though, I'll enlarge it for the masses. Show I'm really an artistic genius.

But what I'd really like to do is learn how to play "Claudine" (Maksim style) (on my dinky little piano that my mom wants to throw away) 'cause it's such a beautiful piece. And I usually quite dislike classical music 'cause classical music is for snobs or boring people, but this is different. I dunno, it somehow relaxes me.

I like happy posts.

2005-08-14T20:12:00.000-07:00

I like 'em sooo much, I'ma going to post more comics.

Everyone needs a laugh.

P.S: everyone > this ain't my stuff.

(all copyrighters - same as below post: I'm poor so don't sue me.)

I really quite like Wizard of ID sometimes.

Dedicated to everybody's whose parents have said that africa thing a billion times before.

This is hilarious for reasons unknown to me. What if it has eyes?

Hot Coffee!!

if anybody feels the urge to express their gratitude to me for brightenening up their days, feel free to get the above for me.

I don't mind if its not giftwrapped.

cheers y'all.

A happier post.

2005-08-13T02:03:00.000-07:00

My last post is so miserable, and in case everyone thinks I overdose on prozac just to step out of my room :-

For a laugh.

And for any copyright issues I may have for publishing these pictures, These pictures aren't mine folks. (Authors:I absolutely know its your stuff and I'm very poor so don't sue me)

This makes me feel better when I'm having 'fat' days.

This was picked off some site that sold chickens, and the picture was aptly titled 'hairy chicken'.

No explanation neccessary.

That's all , folks.

Another time, another day.

Lazy bugger.

2005-08-13T01:42:00.000-07:00

I really am not normally so lazy.
I've a billion things to do and I really need to get off my lazy ass to go get things done, especially with a 5 day workweek and no chance to get anything done during the week.
But I cannot be bothered to run here and there, doing these poxing errands. I literally feel tired allthebloodytime.

I know this is a meaningless rant, and frankly, I don't give a shit.
See, during my students days, my typical day went something like: sleep at 6-7am, wake up around 4:30pm, have a loooong hot shower until about 5-6ish, which would be pretty much time to get dinner ready. So I'll be in the kitch getting my grub ready, and dinner by the telly by 7. and the telly has my full attention till about 11pm, where the com would take my attention till about 6-7am. And I had enough sleep, enough fun, and with only a meal a day, I managed to stay fairly well off. ish. So i was well rested and skinny (as skinny as I ever managed to get between 12 and 22), and I sorely, sorely miss those days.

I'm tired of waking up at 6am in the fucking morning. It's inhuman, and my dog doesn't even get up that early. I like my com, but looking at the bloody thing from 8am to 5:45pm is fucking nuts.
I'm so tired of getting home at 7, and managing to catch my serial drama at 7pm and dead in bed by 10pm, for crissakes. I'm either getting too little sleep or too much of it, because I reckon I'm as unhealthy as I can get.

And I can't even drive yet, I need to learn how to drive so I can actually catch that further 15-20 minutes more sleep in the morning, which should help me not be a total zombie with a very bad temper in the morning, but I'm so fucking tired I can't even get off my ass to get to those bloody lessons.

I'm so demoralized. Why should i fucking take lessons? I can drive, I can park, and why am I still at fucking stage 2? I don't get it.

Reviewing all the crap that I've written so far, all I can say is that I've somehow morphed into a thirteen year old again.

A whiny thirteen year old that hates everything.

:(

Life sucks. It really does.

I wish...

2005-08-07T20:57:00.000-07:00

I'm tired of blogging about my job. I mean, just in case everyone thinks I'm a responsible young adult who's focused on her career (that I am, too.) My rant of choice for today will be my 'rents.

So what about the 'rents? Well I'm living with them, that's what. I'm hardly able to go out there and live on my own, I'd prolly die of starvation in a week, in a homeless squat unfit for any living life. But living with the 'rents after 5 blissful years of freedom in OZ land (schooling) makes me feel like I'm being stifled. Ok, understatement of the year, it's a bloody dictatorship, complete with the Nazi heroes and concentration camps. I mean, it's like living in a hole, where you have no freedom and you basically do whatever they tell you to. Uh-exaggeration.

But I feel like I'm being treated like I was 6 years old all over again.

There's Chinese tonic soup brewed by the gallon which brings new meaning to the phrase 'tastes like shit'. Actually, that phrase is too good for it. Imagine a black sticky vomitous brew that somehow miraculously manages to taste bitter and sour and with an foul aftertaste that tastes somewhat like food that's gone bad for years. Now that's something nasty. And I've been swallowing that shite under much protest since I was a little tot. Isn't that something? I'm amazed I didn't die.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the 'rents have all these weird chinese beliefs. It's like living in China, and even the China chinese are totally modern these days.

Sometimes I wish I was born and raised in America, so I can escape all this antiquated chinese shit that my 'rents bring out by the dozen. I mean, there is only so many times I will change my sleeping arrangements just cause some feng shui guy says facing north and planting some sick chinese shit will enhance my life. I don't think so. Besides, it takes time for your body to get used to sleeping in a certain position. Trying to manuever your body into tricky twists and turns to get comfortable makes for very temporary sleep. So I'm pretty much pissed off that I can't even get a decent night's sleep.

But on the other hand,there's some things to like about chinese traditions.

Forex, New year. Every year.

There's lovely lovely New Year's Celebrations.
I like no, I love CNY. New clothes (always a joy to have more stuff to wear), new everything : shoes, undies, bags, the whole shebang. And the best part is we get cold hard cash in red packets throughout the 3-4 days of celebrating CNY from people we don't even know. And these strangers give us money just for saying hello and happy cny. What a great deal. Going to strangers' houses and eating all the sweets and chocolate, biscuits and junk food. And don't forget the fabulous nightly feasts and reunion dinner. It makes for a highly satisfying celebration. And it would be the perfect holiday for me except for the part where my 'rents insist on playing highly embarassing chinese new year music complete with the cymbal clashes and tooting trumpets. Really vomit-inducing stuff, innit.

I reckon that CNY beats all other celebrations, except it might equal christmas. But then, receiving money is wayy better than receiving christmas presents because for 12 christmases running, I've had all the shite presents that I really did not want. And I really don't think I'm alone here.

Very randomly, (cause I'm at work and skiving to be able to get my posts out - isn't my determination relentless?) My stupid supp has managed to outdo all my other shit supps by having a late delivery of 7 weeks. And he looks set for another 7 more. Isn't he amazing?

I think I need a holiday.

Why I like my job. Sometimes.

2005-08-04T18:59:00.000-07:00

There are times when I quite appreciate my job and the things that I have to do, being my job scope.
It's fairly broad in terms of my duties, but most of it still remains in human to human contact. I.e.: communicating with morons.

I do like chatting with other people in the line. They can be very nice/ funny sometimes, but more often than not, I find myself half crying with frustration, banging my head on the phone and pleading with God to kill me instantly.

All my sadness and joy stem from one main source - my suppliers. Supps for short. So, there are great supps and there are shit supps. And we really have to live with both kinds, because you need to have experienced the shit supps to really gain an appreciation your great supps. Believe me when I say that the shit supps WAYYYY outnumber the great ones.
And I have had instances where I can't help but laugh at the sheer idiocy of some of these shit supps.

Shit supps are easily identifiable by a few indicators:-

They only send their quotations by fax. And they never use email as a means of communication. So by the time you receive their quote, it's disfigured beyond imagination so imagination is all you pretty much have left.
They never type out their quotations, preferring the authentic handwritten style favoured by old mom & pop companies. This style of quoting was made fashionable in the 1900s and has carried on this the 21st century despite the invention of the computer, which may still be viewed as a marvel not for daily use to enhance a business's operating speed and efficiency. They also insist upon enforcing their legacy of 'doctor's handwriting' of illegibility so that the receiver of the dreaded quote has no choice but to call them and be subjected to a barrage of chinese abuse, because according to them, "I write already!"
They chop all their quotes and they chop 'em well. By 'well' I mean that they chop them horizontally so the barest hint of blue shows up. Of course, the fax machine makes another comeback and very nicely slurs the whole 0.00005 inches worth of chop mark into a speckled blot. So of course when you receive the smudge-y fax, you half-kill yourself straining your eyes to read who was the idiot who did the quote so you can call the mofo to scream obscenities at him.
My eyes and my brain hurt. I don't want to think about these people anymore. See above and repeat should you need more reasons why my life sucks.

Note to self: I must not over-exaggerate. I must not over-exaggerate.

Why my eye health is poor dealing with these people:
See, sometimes, they don't have a whole heap of time to spend on typing out beautiful quotations (unlike moi, who is time poor but still types out beautiful quotations), and they scribble their chicken scratch on and send it off.
And the fax machine is a fine way to defect anything sent through it into visual obscurity (Another reason why I quite like to use it too).

Forex, If you can direct your eyes below at this excellent example of piss poor handwriting, perhaps you can understand why I refer to the term 'chicken scratch'.

If you look carefully at the dollar signs $$$, you can actually see how it slowly degenerates into an incomprehensible squiggle (there's no other word for it). And it happens all the time. I apologize if i've offended any poor buggers out there whose handwriting resembles the shit above, but really. There are dogs that can pee straighter and neater lines than some of the shit I get presented with.

Not everything is the fax machine's fault.

I know it's quite pathetic how I collect these little trivialités but hey, it's my penchant de spécialité, and (hanging my head in shame) I will stop with the french now. (bring out the french fries jokes! - Not.)

Yes, this is just a small taste of how lame I can really be when I want to.

2 posts in a day! I'm golden.

2005-08-03T23:22:00.000-07:00

I feel this insane urge to write. You may think that it is because I am a very literary person, and must share all my prose and literature with the world. You may also think that I am literally full of shit. And now you may think that I'm just bored.

But I have to explain that work is frankly, a crock of shite. I've had it with writing 1001 emails that all sound the same.
"Dear Sir, I don't know what I'm talking about and I'm sure you don't too. Kindly advise. Regards, Moron. XXX Company, Dodgy Address, 3rd World Country."

I don't know how I got to become this bitter excuse for a human being.

Being a student was great, if all you wanted was to sleep throughout lectures and play sims 1 throughout the night. I mean, that was what I did 24/7, which may create the impression in your mind that I am quite possibly the geekiest living thing alive, and you may not be far off about that.
But the point is that I was living a well rounded lifestyle with the ability to sleep whenever I wanted. And we all know that sleep is a luxury. Also a neccessity.

I can't afford my neccessary luxury now, because work bloody starts at 8:15 am in the morning, and the stupid office just has to be somewhere in Timbuktu because it takes me an hour and a bit to get to work. So that means I have to wake up earlier to compensate for road time. Which that little immature part of me really doesn't want to accomodate. I mean, I should just fly there. It is so annoying that someone hasn't invented time travel or some form of supersonic speed travel.

I'm tired and terribly bored. I'm going to go earn my pay now. And maybe try to play sims and sleep when I get home later. Viva Studente!

What's in a blog

2005-08-03T22:59:00.000-07:00

I had one. A blog, I mean. And it was totally popular, which is prolly why I shut it down. Due to overuse. And of course, i wasn't able to catch with all the daily posts, and the once in a year regular replies.

But I'm thinking there might be something to this.

So obviously, me, in my typical shallowness, have decided to re-start my blogging, even though I might never get any replies or comments or get blog-of-the-year award. Because blogging, as it seems, is extremely popular.
And it has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I've got an hour or 2 free everyday at work.